"Go where this is headed, which is very quickly heading to the point of my anger reaching the point where I beat you down for purposely playing the role of an idiot, rather than accidentally being one with a general air of ineptitude."
"Me? You're a fine one to talk Streede. What did you ever accomplish in the first strordinaire/nefarian age eh? For all your intelligence, you were a complete failure. And all the strordinaires thought you a complete joke. You have to know that Streede."
And Streede he lost it
Falling into an anger
He couldn't hold at bay
If even he wanted to
Thus he fell
Before a furious wave
Of the scientist's punches
That yes drew blood
And mashed face
In a most satisfying way
But fortune favoured Bob
As the anger passed
Like goodly quick
Lest he'd be bloody red
And quite quite dead
"Next time Bob, just do what I tell you, when I tell you. I don't care what any strordinaire has to say about me. What do they know anyway? They're not bright enough to understand the workings of a mind such as mine. So of course they're going to see me as a failure. But guess what, I'm still here, whereas, they're not. Did you think of that Bob? Eh, did you?" And Streede stormed off, before his anger overtook him again. "Idiot, just do as I say next time."
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