We're Being Lead By An Idiot With

Why Can't We For Once Have A Meeting In Starbucks?

Why Can't I Solve This Problem By Killing Someone? She Though Petulantly, Then Comforted Herself With The Mantra That Had Kept Her Going In Prison: "soon All The Humans Will Be Dead," She Said, Droning In The Time-honored Fashion Of Gurus Everywhere. "and Then Opal Will Be Loved." And Even If I'm Not Loved, She Thought, At Least All The Humans Will Be Dead.

Argh? Pathetic And Inarticulate. Nice Combination. Your Mothers Must Be So Proud.

Genius Inspires Resentment. A Sad Fact Of Life.

Shut Up, Julius! I Mean, Quiet A Moment, Commander.