I've been working on updating the laboratory. The Komodo Dragons have begun to out grow their cages do to the prolonged steroid injections. They are quite fiesty nowadays. One of them broke out the other day. I'm pretty sure one them ate Mrs. Wallerby's cats. Actually come to think of it, I haven't seen Mrs. Wellerby lately... Anyway, my lab is in need of renovation. A misfiring pneumatic piston propelled a prototype precariously perched upon a shelf tumbling into on skeletal shell of a robotic arm. This then knocked over the bookshelf, scattering graphic novels everywhere. While cleaning up this mess I also burnt the popcorn I was popping which caused a small electrical fire (the Falcon likes to manually pop his popcorn, listening to the dwindling snaps to insure doneness without burntness) alas, I'm now without a microwave.
In short, I'm in the process of constructing a new facility. It'll have to be underground, doubling as a bomb shelter. If my enemies attack, my amassed knowledge must be secured for you, the followers. For even if my earthly form dwindles, the wingspan of intellect will never fly away.
I will also need a slushie machine. I've tried to make my own but I can never get the mixture right. The flavoring always seems to sink to the bottom and I can never get the ice finely ground. I've destroyed 4 blenders in the quest of my icy indulgences. Curse you ICEE polar bear and your snappy fashion and fruity goodness.
I will soon begin scouting sites for covert construction. Once the cloaking device and cable is hooked up, I will begin construction. Until then, know that I will never tire in the endless quest for knowledge...
Determined,
-The Falcon
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