M (also know as Dr. T, praise be unto his eternal seed) is content. He reflects on a life well lived. As the approaching light becomes brighter and hazier, he hears soothing music. A melody he has not heard before, but one that makes his heart sing.
M: " Goodbye, pleasant world."
Meanwhile, his Insignificant aide (also known as Ia, may a billion curses of fire unto her wretched offspring be!) almost falls off her chair. She has been feeling drugged ever since that infernal afternoon meal.
Ia: "Why the hell did I eat that shit?! oohhh... my stomach doesn't feel so good anymore. oohh.."
M: "Quiet! you two-pence whore. Let me pass on without your complaints."
Ia: " Apologies, sire...."
M: "..."
The music turns shrill, and the distant whine grows more menacing. M, waiting for the endless sleep, jumps four feet in the air and crouches under the white leather couch just as the vacuum cleaner nearly rips the hide off his tail.
