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"You know, a lot
of people have
asked me what
my secret origin
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My given name was Michael Fink, and I was a prop comic. I really wasn’t all that great, but my
therapist told me I needed something to occupy my time other than kidnapping and torturing
cats. I was skinny and afraid of a lot of stuff, and I worked a lot of that into my act. Seeing how
I was also afraid of crowds, the act really just consisted of me standing on stage, holding a cat
and staring out at the audience. No one really enjoyed this, but you know, who cares?
As far as my extraordinary powers go, it’s really not that interesting a story. I was a freshman at
Illinois Urbana, and my roommate was this, like, Asian dude. He had all kinds of science-y stuff
in our dorm room, and one day while I was bringing back a couple of sweet Persians I scored
by the graduate dorms, I scuffed up a mean static charge and touched one of my Asian roommates you know, science-things, and POW. I woke up to 2 disintegrated Persians, and I had
the ability to shock the crap out of things. Whatever.
Anyway, I met up with this guy Triclops in a chat room on catfancy.com, and it turned out he needed an electric dude for his organization or whatever. So, he came by to pick me up, and
you’d really never think that an evil genius would drive an Escort, but this one does. I guess it’s
an OK gig, these guys don’t really do a lot of crimes – they mostly sit around and gripe about
how there really isn’t a lot of opportunity for quality Evil out there. Or they bitch about how
everybody else is getting all the Evil breaks. They kind of suck.
But they keep their fridge stocked and there are all these cats running around. Enough cats
that nobody notices when one goes missing.
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Zzzt's Friend Space |
Join the league of Evil |
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| Zzzt |
Magmor |
Neurosis |
The Roach |
Klekthos |
David 400 |
Midnight
Queen |
Dr. Triclops |
Sharak |
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