I can't have my own pool in a hot place...
I can't have my own animal show...
I can't have the best security robots...
I can't have a simple black wooden table...
I can't tolerate it anymore! I can't go on being the object of the ridicule of those foolish brothers I'm tired, I'm tired! Damn, I can't stand it anymore!
- Pray a dark being who has reached the limit of what his narcissistic ego can tolerate – It is not possible that I, who possesses the highest master mind inventor of all kinds of machinery, is constantly ... humiliated ... despised ... by those useless and ridiculous animal lovers, No!, No more!, I swear by the hatred that has accumulated inside me, that will never happen again, never! No matter how far I have to go, what to do or who must suffer, nor how, neither where nor when.
It is heard in the middle of the night, the voice full of rage that comes from a thin figure, pale and dark at the same time; who solitary, wanders on the roof of a huge building in the middle of the most bustling city in the world, where his cries of self-imposed pain and rage are drowned by the sound of thunder and rain that are present. This particular evening marks the tenth anniversary of his first move into public humiliation by the hand of a pair of subjects named Kratt.
That's where it all started, when in high school, about to receive the first prize at the science fair for his innovative robotics project is pointed out by a couple of brothers thanks to which his project is disqualified for considering it "Unethical ", " Out of the Expected Standards ", " Cruel ". That's when it started, a series of events that were gradually carrying within the personality of Zach Varmitech the meaning of the word "Hate" to its highest level.
- With each occasion that those two damn meddlers who were gradually including others like them who also ... also focused on humiliate me and trample me - With his fists firmly tightened, until he leaves marks of rage in his own hands he constantly repeats himself that mantra he has unconsciously chosen.
Completely wrapped in his thoughts, letting these dark feelings take him by the hand and lead him to a path no one should ever tread. Zach Varmitech walks the path of hatred, of revenge that day by day has become an entire highway of negative emotions that have easily managed to affect the feeble mind of its owner, who unfortunately; has no one who can extend a hand at the time he is most vulnerable, only has the cold metal and solitary computers that cleverly works to give life to their projects and that from now on will be the means to achieve finally, get the long-awaited revenge against their hated enemies.
- There must be a way in which I can get rid of them and of all their group of followers, no one will go unpunished, but first they. How, how? Every time I try, There they are! Pushing their noses, ruining everything, snatching from my hands my great inventions, destroying my precious technology. And for what? To save their precious animals! Simple mindless rags that should only be in the circuses and at the tables of the restaurants - Without truce to his emotions continues almost until dawn without worrying to be totally drenched by the cold rain.
"There must be a way, think Zach, think, what will be the best way to make them suffer." Suddenly, an idea assaults his mind, coming from the old proverb that reads "Divide and conquer."
-I must first of all separate them, they are always together, inside their ship when they travel around the world, in the jungle rescuing animals, when they fly over the city in their stupid bird costumes, to separate them, and then ... Forcing them to face each other - With a sinister expression that clearly reflects his intentions, Zach begins to devise a plan to make the Kratt brothers become rivals and see from his throne which of them is the winner and which becomes the loser, just as it should have been when ruined their fight of wild animals in Antarctica.
- Yes, yes, in the Arctic, they must have been the ones who faced death instead of the animals, after all, they are practically animals half the time, and since they both enjoy their suits ... Why not force them to fight turned into wild animals? Oh dear, it will be great! Yes, it will be perfect, first I will force them to fight against their precious animals until they have to kill them to survive, it will be something really special to see their faces when they have to kill the stupid animals that they have rescued themselves and later, they will simply have to decide which brother lives and which brother dies, Yes - A macabre laugh explodes from the depths of his throat, that euphoric full of his being while congratulating himself for achieving such an evil plan that his old self, weak and coward, would never have been able to warp.
- Now it only remains to find a way to do it, to achieve in the first instance to separate the members of the team, kidnap the brothers and force them to fight - The smile was erased from his face, being replaced by a dark look he did obscuring his strident green eyes, almost like a veil at a funeral.
