PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

I find myself wonder how I managed to get all the way from Kansas to Los Angeles, when I did not make it so. What sort of magic is this? I try to get back, and I can not. Never before could I not go where I wanted. I tried to be polite and ask someone on the streets. He however, was useless. It's wonderful that the men in this time actually bathe, but it seems to be that most of them lack any sort of manners.

I wish to know who dares to hold me here, without even an explanation. I feel power all over, directly in this city, and yet, none of it seems to be responsible for this. It vexes me to know that someone out there feels they can treat so many people like puppets. The task I must complete can not be carried out here.

Dean. Did you know that you had a twin running here with a blue mohawk?

...and did you know that I have a twin running around here that's a freaking Harry Potter character?

That's it. This place is ridiculous. I'm drinking.

Gentlemen.  And ladies (hello).  The police seem to have confiscated the parabolic mirror I was constructing in the side yard, the Anarchimobile has worn out its clutch and none of us have the ready cash to fix it, I have been forced to abandon my attempts at mixing napalm in the bathtub because someone has been sleeping in it for the past week (not continuously; if that were to happen it would be easily assumable that the person in question were dead, and their corpse could be removed and the bathtub freed up for further Experiments; rather, there has been a continuous but ever-changing presence therein for eight days straight, and attempts to dislodge the various residents simply result in someone else taking their place), I have made all the Modifications to my current flamethrower model that can be managed without access to said unmixable napalm for testing purposes, and Johnny Chaosseed seems to be stagnating in a state of semi-sentience.  In short, I have nothing to do.

Entertain me.

I ran into a bloke today and he said he was going to get all street on me. And that I was trying to play hard but I wasn't hood like he was. And he said he was going to shank me.

Chloe has been abducted. Lex Luthor is being nonresponsive. My human instincts suggest that breaking into his home and murdering him would be a bad thing, but it is something that may be necessary if he fails to respond soon.

Question of the Day

Where the hell is Mr. Luthor? I did this nice thing for him and now I have a problem and it's urgent that I speak with him only I can't seem to find him and that's really getting me down.

Lex I have been in your study for two days now and I think that maybe you should notice that I'm here. I accidentally shredded your curtains but that's not really the problem that I'm having. I also ripped apart one of your paintings and that was an accident too, so don't think I'm ruining your things on purpose.

[Private to Hyperion Residents and Associates]

As you probably know, Chloe is at the mansion, courtesy of myself. Now, as stated above, I'm having a problem and if Lex fails to help me with this problem, you are all welcome to flood the doors and take the wife back with you. I'll politely stand back and not give you any problems whatsoever, just as long as you don't tell Luthor that I permitted it. I will make this very easy for you if I don't get what I want. Soon.

Where there's one sibling, the other isn't far behind.

Good evening, Princess. It's good to see you well. I do hope your brother and daughter have been saying good things about me. Especially considering the fact that Luke and I are so very close. You might even say, perhaps, that I know the secrets of his soul.


What a lovely young lady you are. You look so very much like your mother, who is (of course) one of the most beautiful human women I have ever had the pleasure of being acquainted with.



(Why hello, Jaina. I see you.)

Han, if you don't get the hyperdrive fixed on that piece of space junk, I'll give it to the Alliance to break down for spare parts, I mean it!

Now.

Where in the blasted galaxy am I?

Vampires were supposed to be going into extinction. Looks like that's a different story here though.

I suggest raids. Find the nests, destroy them, and leave no one alive. That might help.

[Ruby + Dean]
I ran into a demon. That means that there are probably more running around here. Which also means that Lilith could be close by. I'm going to try to track another one down. Get some information. I accidentally killed the demon that I met before, so it'd be hard to ask him questions now. This knife is pretty awesome.