Quillsh Wammy was a man of many talents.

For the past ten years, he had spent every waking hour bent over scientific instruments, measuring and tinkering: creating the innovative little trinkets that had made him millions then billions as years past. The squeeking fuzzy animal slippers. That had been one of his, and six good weeks it had taken him too. The Frisbee with the little cone in its middle. That had been another one. And, the fried Snickers bar…he couldn't forget the fried Snickers bar…

Quillsh rubbed his stomach and smiled at the memory of that invention. It had been a good day. But, now… well, even double fried king-sized Snickers did nothing to fill up the strange pit that seemed to sit in his stomach. Everything seemed so gray and lifeless, almost meaningless.

Deep down, he knew it wasn't, of course. He had money. He had a brilliant looking mustache, and the most fabulous bowler hat ever created (silk and cashmere lined with zebra). He was a philanthropist known the world over, with hundreds of orphanages created in his name.

Yet, he couldn't help but feel like there was something missing. Almost as if there was something he had yet to do, that he was supposed to do. But what?

Quillsh made his way slowly through the narrow American street, frowning as his eyes followed the people that shoved their way around him. The longer he was in Manhatten, the more he realized how little respect the Americans had for the leisurely stroll. That, and how fond of gum the Americans seemed to be. Quillsh had seen cities before, he had never seen so much gum pounded into a pavement. Not even in Hong Kong, and they had to have twice the people. He was almost surprised that people didn't bounce from all that rubber.

It was a mystery.

Suddenly, like the smell of bacon cheese fries wafting toward a dieting fat kid, the idea came to him and gripped him with longing. Adventure. Adventure and mystery was what he was missing…

Yes! Quillsh was bored. There was no other explanation. Quillsh felt his lips draw upwards into a wide smile. Yes, it made sense. Just thinking back to the purpose and adrenaline that had driven him in his youth made him tremble with excitement.

Perhaps, he thought to himself, it was time to revive L.