I don't repeatedly give any to my not that special original character perpetually shrieking baby plot device.

No one suspects the Ghost-zombie attack.

I will keep writing the same thing, until everyone recognizes my superior genius.

It doesn't matter what I write, as long as I write.

I want to tell you about my specially unique, one of a kind, completely original Ben 10 character.

Didn't we just do this five minutes ago? Oh well. What's fifteen more? Awesome, that's what.

Or, fetish, actually. Did you get that yet? If not, I can write five hundred more tales of hysterical sobbing to nudge the building suspicion further along.

She just has special needs that force everyone to devote special attention to her, constantly. That's all.

One wasn't enough. Three is right out. Or is it?

Hey, let's go with it. For the sake of random tragedy, let us go with it.

One wasn't enough.

For-ev-er. And ever, and ever, and ever...and ever.

Omniverse Animo is a very silly man who does very silly things. This story will not be about any of that, however.

How does that even work?

I only see what I wish, and prefer...and by extension, I shall force you as well. Let us take a journey. Into madness.

Stay out of my kitchen.

Möbius strips of eternal torment.

I don't want to have to use my brain right now.

Oh my lord, you can't be.

Any way to extend the repetitive scenario of ridiculous tragedy is a good way.