The quest to find out more about you from the people who knew you well turned out to be remarkably enjoyable. It is truly a pleasure to remove such shallow inferior examples of humanity from the gene-pool. It gets very tedious spending time in the presence of such creatures although they do make good subjects for my experiments. There are any number of pretty women out there who I would gladly use as my test subjects. You may think I am evil and immoral to use humans in this way but they will gladly perform experiments on rats, dogs, cats and even monkeys. As humans experiment on their genetic inferiors so I do the same. All in the name of science of course though I do admit to loving my work.
I started logically by going over your childhood. What better place to start than by talking to your principal. I found him an old man in ill health confined to bed in a nursing home. His eyesight was so poor that I never even needed to bother with a disguise. I did cause some consternation when I came in and some foolish security officers thought that they could stop me. They claimed I was a monster and one called me an animal. That offended me and I decided that if they said I was an animal I might as well act like one. With my sharp fangs and even sharper claws I soon showed those humans what an animal is capable off. I did wash my hands afterwards to clean off the blood because I'm not an animal.
Anyway he told me a sugary sweet story about little Hank wanting to know how everything worked and taking the school bus apart. He then told me that he could never stay angry at a child who loved to learn so much and that he had loved me like a son. How utterly saccharine. He then asked me to fluff up his pillows before I left. I did just that and then I smothered the old fool with them. Well I did as he asked and he didn't complain. As I was leaving I had to resist the temptation to take a pretty young nurse with me. What a wonderful test subject she would have made. I wonder which of the X-Women will become my test subject? Will it be Ororo, Rogue, Jean, Betsy or one of the others. Which one of them do you love the most Hank? That will be the one I choose.
Speaking of pretty women I come next to your old sweetheart Mindy. Yes a rather attractive blue-eyed blonde who used to have a crush on you. She seemed delighted that I wanted to see her and she still liked you Hank. She made some comments about the fur saying the cameras made it look more blue and that it seemed rough to the touch. Actually it wasn't fur that she touched but my ring. A special ring with a spike on which was one of my most beautiful little viruses. A real beauty which I had been itching to try out. It turned out to be everything I could have hoped for Hank. Swift to take effect, a hundred percent contagious by touch and fatal within minutes. A restaurant full of humans dying in agony and fear with once pristine skin a patchwork of open sores, boils and green pus. A real work of art if you ask me.
Of course this was only the beginning and the best was yet to come. Shall I tell you about the priest next Hank? I liked that escapade a great deal. Another triumph of science over religion which I hope will delight you as much as it delighted me.
