Wally’s DNA was used to shooting around like an extra in a Godzilla movie. This new, Clint-Eastwood-with-a-big-gun-movie type stance he now took, was quite liberating and empowering.
It had a list of things to get done, certainly. But any counteracting orders were now simply ignored. Once he’d set something in motion, he continued on despite the management’s schizophrenic demands, withdrawals, and outright denials.
Currently, he was setting x-ray vision and huge genitals into motion, in the hopes of reducing repeat requests for the same basic things every day. It was also thinking about adding in an extra stomach, as all these modifications were using up all the natural resources of the vessel. His iodine alarm went off. If he wasn’t careful he’d give the vessel a goiter with all these renovations…
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