I never created Superman TAS.
''Unity should be wonderful,'' Reverend Amos Howell said to six people before he followed them into a tent. One corner of his mouth ascended as soon as they found themselves in front of his alien master. Unity. Becoming one with others. Controlling them. Conquering Smallville. Conquering other worlds.
It was time to collect others for Unity. He walked out of the tent and wandered. Reverend Amos Howell's eyes were wide as soon as he viewed six stray kittens. He began to approach the kittens slowly. There was one new smile. ''Heh! Unity never said anything about refusing to control animals.''
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