As the tiny scientist typed away on his homemade computer, the spirit of his deceased master watched him.
It smiled.
Even without her, he was still creating his machines, still ploting nefarious deeds. He was still doing what he had done before their greatest achievement and downfall.
Booletta was proud.
It smiled.
Even without her, he was still creating his machines, still ploting nefarious deeds. He was still doing what he had done before their greatest achievement and downfall.
Booletta was proud.
