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The room now packed with an oddball group and the revelation of the society's intentions gave way to immediate curiosity on Grav's part. What is the point of collecting these individuals? He pondered, surely a crack team of skilled mercenaries would be better suited to the task, but it definitely piqued Wilson's interest. Blue Tessla, that would be a challenge... Not that the minuscule Dr Grav could possibly compete... Or could he?

Wilson banished the thoughts from his mind, thinking of such a prolific scientist as Tessla would only agitate him. Sooner or later he'd end up wanting his blood on his breakfast cereal, there's only place for one after all.

No... I never could, he's in the big leagues Wilson thought.

As he was about to speak up, announce his trepidation into taking on such a strong opponent straight away, Mr E presented his fascinating little devices. His thoughts were cut short yet again as Wilson and everyone else in the room was set upon by these metal spheres. Shooting up his nose like a rocket, Wilson recoiled away from the table, slamming into the back wall. He couldn't speak, he tried to do something but it was already inside, rattling around his skull as the sensation became unbearable. Then his pain gave way to anger.

"Arrrggh!" He shouted initially, becoming more guttural the longer he shouted, his violent nature overriding the pain as he bent upwards and shot a deathly stare at Mr E. "AHHHAAHAAH! I WILL CRUSH YOU, MARK MY WORDS LARGE MAN!!". He "I AM... I am.." Dr Grav straightened out, calming his mind. Then the voices came in, he could hear them, they were in pain. Most were screaming, if only internally, one of them seemed to be enjoying the pain, Wilson wasn't quite sure what to make of it. His personality was dwarfed by the others he could hear. The destruction of Mr E would have to wait.