We need to be able to control - erm, guide the masses that can't help control themselves.

They know how to eat, shit, drive their cars, do menial work, watch television and produce equally stupid spawns of themselves; what the hell are they doing to help mankind?

Few men want to achieve greatness for humanity, thought Jeffrey. What better person is there to work for?

Humans and their governments have effectively neutered the population to the point that they're just skinbags, mouth-breathers and pseudo-intellectuals repeating political, religious or academic rhetoric that they don't even understand!

All this time as a mad scientist why didn't he have a shrink ray or stun gun in his closet somewhere? He had been wasting his life.

Never - NEVER touch me again, you filthy fucking animal, replied Gora standing over the writhing Hitbear.