(#00007)
“IT’S ALIVE! IT’S ALIVE!”
“Yes, master.” Igor had always agreed that being agreeable lead to a longer life. Broaching the niggling little problem in a delicate way was going to be… problematic at best.
“Go, my beautiful creation! Go and create marvellous havoc on those unsuspecting rubes!”
The creature lurched off the slab, belched fire, and said, “Baaa?”
Of all the mad geniuses to sign up with, he had to pick the one who came from a family of shepherds.
“Master?”
“Yes, Igor?”
“I think you may have locked the door, master.”
“What of it?”
“The only door in and out of this lab, master…”
“I’m well aware.”
“The one… on the other side of the room, master.”
With a freshly woken man-eating ungulate (fire-breathing) between themselves and safety.
“Baaa?”