KennyTheInsane

I walked into my lab feeling like I had a purpose. I knew a successful experiment was going to come about today, I could feel it. We were going to create something that would grab people by the heart and force them to feel emotions they weren't aware they had. I walked into the recording room, grabbed my notebook and pen off of a coffee table set in the middle of the room, and sat down at the desk at the right side of the room. I flipped through my notebook until I found an empty page. I was about to start documenting the amazing experiment that was taking place that day, but a disheartening fact occurred to me. I knew today's piece of work

I am a mad scientist. I don't have a hunchback or a vendetta against humanity, or any of those other foolish stereotypes of mad scientists that the liberal media promotes. I have the real-world education necessary for mad science. I have an A.A. in Alcoholism (anonymously, of course), a B.S. in BS, and a Master's degree in Baiting, all received from a very prestigious and accredited University of Mad Science. I'm not allowed to disclose the name and location of the school I went to, but I give you my word that it was very prestigious. This story comes from fairly early in my career, and I admit that I didn't quite know for sure what I was go