So I Saw a Funny Video on View-tube.(Solo)

Cli-click.

The little mouse, completely inedible, by the way, made that signature sound effect as the insectoid limb steered it to it's destination. A small video of a kitty cat slowly sneaking up on a camera popped up. Its owner kept stepping behind a wall, and then back into the hallway; each time he or she did this, the cat was closer, but standing perfectly still.. "Heh... heh heh... Little ninja..." The voice, normally one suited to much more intellectual conversations, sounded simply amused.

"Heh..."

He watched the video until it was complete, and the recommended videos popped up... The giant cockroach sighed as he looked at the clock. He had a little more time before his racketeering patrol started. One more video! His concentration centered on an interesting video... Recently posted, already had a million views... Wow... This one was sure to be hilarious! He didn't bother to read the title; the internet was meant for mindless entertainment, and reading required mind stuff to happen!

He clicked it.

A grey woman was walking down the street, some kid was talking. "Heh..." Something funny was about to happen. A cop car pulled up. "Heh heh..."

She started to run. "Heh heh heh..."

She got hit by the car.

"..."

The officers restrained her, but she struggled; they began to beat her.

"..."

One officer placed his knee on her head, while the others started to beat her wings until they were broken and useless.

". . ."

The officer moved his knee, and then started smacking her until she was still. The video ended.

"...... Heh.... Heh.... Heh heh heh.... HAHAHAHAH! HEHEHAHAHA!" He smacked his hand down on the keyboard, also not at all edible, smashing it, and then throwing it's remains across the room. "BAH HAHAHAHA!" He stood and kicked his chair into the wall, hopping about a little, and then falling on the floor to roll a little bit.


It was hilarious. It truly was.

After a moment, he suddenly stopped.

No... not hilarious. Perfect. It was perfect, and beautiful. His hands, all four, met at his chest, and twiddled amongst each other. Yes, the video was horrid, but one had to think of what could be gained from such things... How could Gregory Samson gain from a gargoyle girl getting nightsticked in the dome over and over?

The correct answer? Quite a bit.

He slowly climbed to his feet, eyeing a nearby cockroach, and quickly turning to jab it with an extending needle. "Bartholomew, I'll call you... Something is brewing in daddy's cruel little mind. Perhaps you can help him brainstorm. You see... This could very well be the catalyst the world needs to change... And with change, comes the people who bring it about. Oh, I think you already see where I'm going here... Those who bring about change oft sit at the pinnacle of power. Doesn't that sound nice, Barty, my boy?" Scooped up the small insect, which was convulsing wildly as the catalyst he'd injected into it tore apart it's DNA, turning it into something better. Something smarter, stronger... Like this bug, the world was flawed... Like the world, the insect was about to change for the better... With that change, though, came servitude. After all... If you were going to put forth the effort to make the world better, was it not pertinent to seek the reap the benefits of such actions?

He turned and walked on over to his keyboard, looking down to his mouse, still not at all edible. The giant bug slowly maneuvered his pointer to the replay button, and clicked.

A grey woman was walking down the street. "Heh... Heh heh."