Using one of their earlier inventions, Doof licked his finger and began to draw in the air the basic layouts of the blueprints, with chalk trailing behind his finger tip.

"So basically,", he began as he began to draw. "what this will do is kinda shock the nervous system in Roger's mind, right where his hormonal glands should be. The inducing shock will pour out sound, pictures, all the basic necessities for him to see MY memories from MY point of view. All the memories I choose of course which would be in another part of the machine. That's what you'll be handeling, Phineas. I haven't really worked out that part yet, but I'm thinking about something you could basically plug anyone's brain into. Like something kinda.. in the line of suction cups and so that way we could pull up my memory onto a computer that would be installed in the side of the machine and I'll 'drag and copy' my memories out of the system and into the beam that would be fired at Roger. See what I mean?"

He looked down at Phineas who was just smiling up at the chalk in the air with a slight chuckle.

"I love that Chalk-spit idea.", he said more to himself than to Doof.

"Phineas...", Heinz said, feeling a little put off by him.

"Hm?", Phineas said, turning his attention to the doctor.

"..focus?"

"Oh yeah right."

"Do you understand the plo- er... plan?", Doof asked.

"Yeah I got it. Place your memories into a shock-beam and send it to Roger's brain so that he'll not only see it in HIS memory but also be able to feel it as well.", Phineas recapped.

"Yeah. Yeah that's about right.", Heinz nodded with a slight smile and waved his hand through the chalk-work, causing it to turn to mere dust.

"Well alright then! Let's get to work!", Phineas clapped his hands together excitedly and began to work out his part, picking up the lab coat he wore earlier while doing so. "Hey you wanna listen to some music while we work?"

"Eh, sure.", Dr. D. shrugged. "Whatcha feeling like?"

He tossed the empinator over to Phineas and the boy put it on. After a moment the ban turned to a brownish color as Phineas' normal Quirky Worky Song began to play. The two began to work as Perry watched closely. Something was irking the platypus, and he was sure it was only gonna spell doom. As they worked, a curious question came to Phineas' mind. He was hesitant to say it aloud but decided to take his chances.

"Uh.. Dr. D.?", he began.

"Yeah?"

"Uh... C-Can I ask something?", he was nervous, knowing the natural result of emotions by the topic.

"Sure, Kid. Fire away.", he nodded as he jot down a few notes.

"...Why do you hate Roger so much?", Phineas finally asked.

There was silence for a moment as Heinz froze. Of course he knew the question would arise sooner or later. It wasn't unusual. After all. The rest of the world saw Roger through rose-colored glasses. Not the clear glasses he wore. Only issue with the response was...

'How to phrase it?', he pondered in his mind.

"Dr. Doofenshmirtz?", Phineas asked as the silence pressed on.

"...I guess...", he began. "..I guess you can say that I've just had.. a bad history with him really."

"How so?"

"Well... Alongside the knowledgable fact that my father had replaced and disowned me with a dog called 'Only Son', Roger easily pushed me out of the entire family portrait. My mom paid little attention to me enough as it is but ever since he was born, everyone was all over Roger. How much he looked like Dad. How much he loved Mom. His good manners and his skill in kickball, which was a direct and easy accessible link to winning my mom's attention and love. But while everyone was always praising him, what did I get left with? The selfish, two-faced, double-crossing, no-good, low-browed, Jerk-Face that's been crawling under my skin before he could on carpet! I mean! Not only did I get beaten up from bullies at school on a regular basis but he did NOTHING to help! Not even a glance! No! In fact, the ONLY thing he'd do about it was ENCOURAGE the punks! He hits on every girl, not only in his schol, but also in MY school when I finally GET the chance to even TALK to one or even merely have one over because of some stupid school project! He's been stubborn and been causing me nothing but trouble through our adolesence and even our adulthood! It's my wedding day. I'm FINALLY gonna get a woman just for me whom I've thought I would love for ever and what does he do? He's snarking all sorts of stupid remarks up and down the chapel and to push things further, GOES AND MAKES OUT WITH THE DARN MAID OF HONOR IN A CLOSET 10 MINUTES INTO THE CEREMONY! He's stolen from our own mom candy and whatnot. He's lied SO much my parents would die of a HEART ATTACK if they ever knew! He not only destroys the piece of art that took me THREE DAYS STRAIGHT, that's right! THREE. WHOLE. DAYS. NO food or water. No bathroom breaks. NOTHING until I FINALLY finished my painting and when he tried to recreate it and I accidentally go and mess it up, because I didn't know he was recreating it, and then WHAT does he do? WHAT DOES HE DO? 'Oh well! There goes a couple of decades.' Has NO care to even CONSIDER if I ever saw it or even calls me up to say, 'Hey Bro! I tried remaking it and some good accidentally destroyed it. Sorry.' Sup with that? And just to add insult to injury, I'M the older brother! Of course though just LOOKING at us you wouldn't guess that! I'M the older brother and he's 10 times more sucessful than I ever been! I've TRIED being good. I've TRIED being as best as I could've possibly been when I was younger but no! I was DUMPED at birth! I had more love from my ocelot foster family! That's right! A bunch of cats raised me and loved me. Not my father! Not my mother! And never. Not once in all these 42 years of my life. Not unless some freak accident had occurred and altered my appearance to something a bit more pleasurable. My brother will never love me. NEVER. Charlene was right. I have every reason in the world to be pissed off. Sure I took it to extreme, but I swear, the best day ever for me would be the day he finally rolls over in his grave! The day he finally chokes on his last breath and realizes what he did wrong before facing DEATH. Do you have any idea of what I'm trying to tell you! I HATE HIM! I hate his guts! I hate his life! I HATE EVERYTHING THERE IS TO HATE ABOUT THAT FR-"

Doofenshmirtz had turned around to face Phineas but stopped dead cold in his tracks. The young boy was staring up at him with huge, wide eyes full of fear. No music playing. It was then that he realized he had let his emotion showed more than intended. And that he had most likely done to this kid, everything he had tried to prevent happening to any kid who got close to him, ESPECIALLY Vanessa. Emotionally scarring them. He felt his heart pound as the heat in his face cooled down and actually felt rather ashamed of what just happened as Phineas only continued to stare like a deer caught in the headlights. Doof finally sighed, closing his eyes and trying to relax his nerves. He raised his hands like he was gonna say something but then gestured as if pushing it aside and grabbed his mug with a bit more of a temperamental sigh and stormed out to the kitchen.

"I'm gonna go get some more coffee.", he muttered.

As Perry watched he didn't watch the actual human who was ranting and freaking out. He was watching, in terror, the creature that was moving inside the mental mirror. It was large but it kept hunched over. It had bloody red eyes with a large, ugly scar over one eye. A long snout like a werewolf's with large, sharp fangs hanging past the jaws, brought up into a snarl as it talked. Doof's normally messy hair was even rattier than it had ever been. The creature had large, torn-up bat-like wings. Large, blood-stained claws hung off the strong arms. A scar even bigger than the one on the eye was laid across the chest. The large furry tail swished as the creature had yelled and smacked the ground, shaking the world in the mirror. The very essence of rage and all Perry could think at this point was that Doof needed his medication and that he should grab Phineas and get the heck out of here as fast as possible. NEVER in all the years Perry had worked with him, had the platypus EVER seen Doofenshmirtz THIS mad. And it was beyond obvious at this point to both Perry and Phineas that Doof's plan was none other than to kill his own flesh and blood, brother. As Doof had marched out of the room, Phineas finally looked from the man to the mirror. Everything he saw, was very different from Perry's perspective. It was the same man. The same man, torn apart by his past. Bloody, bruised, and scarred almost everywhere imaginable and left to do nothing else but gush blood. It really actually made Phineas' stomach churned, staring at such a thing and he had to turn his head away. After a moment of silence as Perry tried to help clear his mind of the image, Phineas began to think over what had been said. He had the answer he was asking for. But it was a bit much. Finally, he knew exactly what to say.

"...I think you're right."

Perry's heart stopped. It must've. He did NOT just hear what he thought he heard. Phineas Flynn did NOT just agree with a crazed lunatic. An EVIL crazed lunatic none the less. Even Heinz popped his head back in, wondering if he heard right.

"...What you say?", Doofenshmirtz asked.

"I think you're right.", Phineas reapted, making Perry choke on his heart. "I honestly do! Dude, if my OWN family treated me that badly, I would've probably killed myself by your age!"

Doof came more into the room, curious of what the younger was meaning.

"Wait wait wait, you REALLY mean this? Honestly? You're.. You're not just mocking me or-or being sarcastic right?"

'Please be sarcastic! Please let this just be sarcasm!', Perry screamed in his mind.

"No. I'm dead serious.", Phineas said determinedly.

Perry could feel himself die inside. Of all the people he loved. Of everyone in his entire family. It was the happiest one he was hearing say this. Phineas. Phineas Flynn. It's like Perry was suddenly thrown into one of his scariest nightmares. As if it wasn't bad enough Phineas and Heinz were hanging out and then Heinz was convincing the young boy to do something evil, but now Phineas was actually agreeing with him to do something evil! And the pain of his heart break didn't stop there as Phineas pressed on further, turning around to face Doof head-on.

"In fact you know, my OWN sister is something of a jerk. Not like Roger but she's always sticking her nose into my business. She's always trying to get me into trouble for NO reason WHAT SO EVER.", Phineas was ranting making it hard for Perry not to scream.

'WHAT THE SNOT? THAT WAS JUST MY IDEA OF HER!', Perry exclaimed to himself.

"She's always running all over the place and yelling and breaking my concentration on my work. I'm actually surprised MYSELF that we managed to build anything. Not so much on the fact that normally it would take us a WHOLE DAY to work on it but still that we get it done at all! I don't even KNOW my biological father and my mom's always thinking I'm just caught up in my own imagination and I'm like, 'No woman! We really built a rollercoaster! I actually shrank down in a submarine and went INTO Candace's body!' I coulda been digested.", he paused for a moment as the thought sunk. "Whoa.. I coulda been digested by my own sister... Anyway. What you went through is ten times bigger than that ever was! I can't imagine what that must've been like for you to live with him!"

"...You serious? You really wanna help me with this?", Doof asked, smiling a bit.

"Oh yeah. I mean after all, I promised you the best day ever right?", Phineas said with an evil grin.

Doof was taken a bit a back by this and Perry was flat on his back ready to die.

"...Wow... I.. I'm feeling oddly proud of you.", Doof said, a tear coming to his eye.

"Are you gonna stand there sniveling or are we gonna get some work done?", Phineas replied, raising a curious eyebrow.

"Right, right. I'm gonna- Yeah. Coffee. Right! Be right back!", Doof said, too excited to really make out most of his thoughts.

Phineas chuckled, rolling his eyes and turning back to his part on the machine as the empinator kicked into his mood. The song being all too fearfully fitting.

Yes he's eviler.
More evil than he was before.
Yes he's eviler.
And he's bringing it door to door!

...hee hee hee...