“Take him away. Dissect his brain and bring me his organs labeled and floating in formaldehyde. We’ll find out what makes him tick if we have to peel the chromosomes apart one by one.”

“Looks like he’s trying to say something, boss.”

“Oh, what’s that, Mr. Brighton? Something you’d like to add to the final report for this black op?”

“When I wished for superpowers, this is not what I had in mind.”

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