@coyoteeugly ...
Sitting at his large desk--chair more throne than it is office chair--the scientist quietly tinkers in front of the small camera setup he had installed near his computer. The lens autofocuses, using the light of Andross’s nearby lamp to illuminate the project before the audience he had accumulated over the past few hours. Spectators ripe with fascination watching his livestream from all over the Lylat System; all witnessing the brilliant doctor’s inventive process before their very eyes, sans those who experience the occasional and unfortunate interruption as Venom’s citizens were not all as lucky as the doctor to have a wired connection that remains reliable even within a secret underground lair fit for a mad scientist.
The device he is working on--he refers to it as a neutralizer, meant to purify Venom’s dangerous oceans--is set down on his workstation gently. Newly-freed hand lifts underneath pair of black, bottom-frame glasses and carefully he rubs at his tired eyes. Several members of his audience express concern around his exhaustion, and alongside those who care, are the trolls and detractors, bold enough to insult the self-proclaimed emperor for his inability to partake in the simplest of self-care. The concern, the compliments and the insults are all ignored by the mad scientist, who, rolls his chair over to his computer to read the livestream’s conversation during his short break.
The sound of keys clicking beneath skilled fingers as they patter away. The bespectacled ape hurriedly responds to a few questions, the genuine ones who express true curiosity surrounding Andross’s project and their bewilderment of how someone who appeared so destructive could actually care to involve himself with the damaged state of the planet’s natural environments and ecosystem.
He’s certain that there are a few children watching the livestream as well; young scamps who had lied about their age with the intent to get around the obstacle that many children below thirteen years old faced when trying to participate on most websites, and it’s the following message in all caps that emboldens his suspicion:
CAN U GET ON MIC N SAY POGGERS IN CHAT🥺🙏🤣🤣
He’s not sure what it is that brings him to oblige such a useless request, and frankly, the old man isn’t sure that he even understands the joke, though he suspects it might be at his own expense. A click can be heard from the stream as an input audio channel is opened. Andross leans back in his seat to give his aching spine the respite it desperately requires after having been hunched over his work for too long. An audible sigh, it’s quiet, but not difficult to hear from the large ape as his muscles relax.
In a low, half-mumble; his voice very much overwhelmed by his own physical exhaustion, the evil, self-proclaimed emperor of the Lylat System memes out loud.
“...Poggers ...in chat.”
