"Let us see where your music takes us."
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"You make music sound to be a magic of its own. To make it up to even beyond the levels of the powers that made me who I am. I once made my own music of sorts in my lab. And now it echoes hollowly inside me. It no longer is part of me." His face remains impassively metal.
"Enough of this music talk. I have a PhD in murderology. Let the games begin."
"Hey buddy your on"
GREETINGS. I AM PROFESSOR TINKERTON The machine turns to the audience I USED TO BE A FLESHLING LIKE YOU, THEN MY EXPERIMENT WENT HORRIBLY WRONG. He looks at the floor in shame and the audience let's out a collective Awwwww I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ONE HUNDRED FEET TALL NOT TEN! I AM A FAILURE AS A SCIENTIST! SO TO COVER MY SHAME I KILLED EVERYONE I WORKED WITH, EVERYONE WHO I ORDERED PARTS FROM, I WAS TOO LATE THOUGH. MY SECRET WAS OUT.
He turns to the camera, and squares himself. Showing a fully mechanized death machine. IT USED TO BE THAT BEING SMART WAS NOT ENOUGH, WELL NOW I HAVE POWER TO GO WITH IT. YOU WILL ALL BE CRUSHED UNDER MY MECHANISED GLORY
The machine reaches out to the stage crew worker who showed him on stage. THANK YOU FOR HELPING YOU ARE OF NO MORE USE NOW.
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