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Doctor Wactopus and the Scribbler Six - Issue #1
In his dimly-lit laboratory at [UNDISCLOSED LOCATION], Doctor Wactopus was deep in thought, planning how he would win THE Scribble Smorgasboard.
"The Ringmaster is formidable enough of an opponent as-is... and then the category is entertainment?! That's gotta be rigged. I'm going to have to work hard if I want to win this first round..."
"Perhaps you should be practicing your drawing instead of sitting here drinking coffee."
"Shush! This is thinking coffee."
To the uninitiated, it may have looked like Doctor Wactopus was a madman talking to himself in the dark. That assessment wasn't entirely off the mark, but in reality, the artificial intelligence embedded within those mechanical arms was transmitting messages directly to the doctor's brain! Whether it being the voice of reason between the two of them was intentional or just a fluke, none could say, but it didn't really matter. The doctor rarely listened anyway.
Suddenly, Doctor Wactopus came up with an allegedly brilliant scheme!
"That's it! I'll assemble the ultimate team of scribblers to cover any and all artistic deficiencies, making me unstoppable! And I know just the person for this - a real pro wrestler! The entire circus can never stand up to the entertainment value of a proper smackdown! It's perfect, I'll win this tournament or my name isn't Doctor Wactopus!"
"Your name isn't Doctor Wactopus."
"Alias, alter-ego, whatever... Do you always have to be such a buzzkill?!"
With his plan in motion, Doctor Wactopus set off for the nearest wrestling ring to watch the matches (and enjoy some popcorn).
"See this guy? They call him Reznor. Almost went for a Dino Rhino theme but he changed his mind because they don't have horns, so the costume wouldn't look as cool. That's real attention to showmanship."
The poor sap in the spiky fish costume never stood a chance.
After the match, Doctor Wactopus approached the victorious Reznor to offer him a deal.
"Hey! Reznor! You wanna join my team of scribblers?"
"What's in it for me?"
"Ultimate victory!"
"..."
"And, I'll pay you, I guess."
"Okay."
Will the combined might of Doctor Wactopus and Reznor be enough to overcome the talents of the Ringmaster? Only time will tell...
In his dimly-lit laboratory at [UNDISCLOSED LOCATION], Doctor Wactopus was deep in thought, planning how he would win THE Scribble Smorgasboard.
"The Ringmaster is formidable enough of an opponent as-is... and then the category is entertainment?! That's gotta be rigged. I'm going to have to work hard if I want to win this first round..."
"Perhaps you should be practicing your drawing instead of sitting here drinking coffee."
"Shush! This is thinking coffee."
To the uninitiated, it may have looked like Doctor Wactopus was a madman talking to himself in the dark. That assessment wasn't entirely off the mark, but in reality, the artificial intelligence embedded within those mechanical arms was transmitting messages directly to the doctor's brain! Whether it being the voice of reason between the two of them was intentional or just a fluke, none could say, but it didn't really matter. The doctor rarely listened anyway.
Suddenly, Doctor Wactopus came up with an allegedly brilliant scheme!
"That's it! I'll assemble the ultimate team of scribblers to cover any and all artistic deficiencies, making me unstoppable! And I know just the person for this - a real pro wrestler! The entire circus can never stand up to the entertainment value of a proper smackdown! It's perfect, I'll win this tournament or my name isn't Doctor Wactopus!"
"Your name isn't Doctor Wactopus."
"Alias, alter-ego, whatever... Do you always have to be such a buzzkill?!"
With his plan in motion, Doctor Wactopus set off for the nearest wrestling ring to watch the matches (and enjoy some popcorn).
"See this guy? They call him Reznor. Almost went for a Dino Rhino theme but he changed his mind because they don't have horns, so the costume wouldn't look as cool. That's real attention to showmanship."
The poor sap in the spiky fish costume never stood a chance.
After the match, Doctor Wactopus approached the victorious Reznor to offer him a deal.
"Hey! Reznor! You wanna join my team of scribblers?"
"What's in it for me?"
"Ultimate victory!"
"..."
"And, I'll pay you, I guess."
"Okay."
Will the combined might of Doctor Wactopus and Reznor be enough to overcome the talents of the Ringmaster? Only time will tell...