Integrating into the society of this Earth was like having all of his limbs being stretched to the point where they would just be ripped off and so much pain that he wouldn’t be able to feel from it being unable to register the right amount. Hm... maybe he should do that to someone sometime whenever he gets back home from his mission. That should allow him the time to heal from such gross and ill-advised standards that this universe has people fill. So many things were wrong with it, like the morals, the teachings, the activities, not the food, the mere atmosphere of this world was just not something he could stomach well, and the worst part of it was his role in all of this. He had to impersonate his alternate self, for almost every mannerism, action, idea, and even tone, and he hated it. He had to push away his true self for the mission, to uncover more about this universe and bring the intel to the Scrooge of his dimension. Now where he came from, that was a paradise that he would never want to forget about, as compared to this place and all of the nightmare fuel it had in stock to give him.
Actually, he should just do away with the Fenton of this world so there could at least be no one to warn the occupants of this universe of the upcoming threat, the invasion that might cost more than what they would think of before. Certainly it would have to be better than how try tried the St. Canard of their world, something this one didn’t have, but hey, some things exist and others don’t. Uh oh, he had someone closing in on him as he was clocking into the Money Bin for his shift. He would have to act like this world’s Fenton, something that made his stomach twist and turn with the utmost disapproval.
“\Hello there. Am I in your way, miss? I apologize if I am, as I was only daydreaming for a bit. I’ll uh... step out of your way./” he mentioned as he moved away while about ready to head off to the laboratory.
