The Doctor is Back In - Dr. Belljar

It had been over a decade since his last caper, and it seemed that the storm between ACME and VILE had passed. But everyone knew that the tension between the two organizations remained strong, especially him. And he hadn't even committed a crime in the past many years. It was morning in his lab, and he had just gotten out of his slumber chamber, after a seemingly endless battle with some cords in the chamber that almost always got tangled each morning. He grumbled and muttered as he stretched his arms and legs, trying to rid of the strains brought on by the battle with the cords. "This is one of the disadvantages of being a cyborg," he complained to himself as he threw his lab coat over his shoulders. No. That wasn't a typo you just read. This guy really is a cyborg. The cybernetic figure walked towards the fridge and opened it, searching around for something. He pulled out a red fogged glass bottle, opened the cap, and took a quick whiff. The odor proved to be too much for his olfactoral nerves, and gagged as soon as the smell reached his taste buds. "God, how long have I had this sake?" he asked himself. He turned the bottle around, and saw something at the bottom. "Oh, no... the expiration date was a week ago!" he moaned in dismay. He went to the sink and poured the expired sake into the sink, then walked over to a bin that said "GLASS ONLY" in big red letters. He opened the bin and threw the bottle into it. "That's one bottle of sake wasted," he uttered. Afterwards, he went to a closet in the corner of the room and opened it. He pulled out some bizarre-looking headgear, complete with wires, cables, auditory sensors, and an odd-looking optical sensor that covered his left eye. After almost an hour of connecting the cables and wires to the sockets on his forehead, and especially connecting the optical sensor over his eye, which was his least favorite part, the cyborg looked at himself in the mirror, and smiled. "Well, being a cyborg isn't ALL that bad," he said optimistically. After attaching the cluster of headgear to his biogenic head, the cyborg calmly strolled over to his computer. He sat down in a slighty torn, yet otherwise, comfortable leather chair and booted his PC up. He folded his arms and rolled his neck back and forth a couple of times as he waited for the desktop to appear. Finally, the desktop appeared, and the cyborg gleefully decided to check his e-mail. "Maybe she wrote back to me this time," he said hopefully as he clicked on his e-mail icon. Upon entering his inbox, he found that he had 1,346 messages in his inbox! He whistled in surprise as he saw the amount of e-mails he had. "I might have to call the Guinness Book of World Records," he joked to himself as he chuckled. His chuckle soon died down as he uttered, "Man, that joke was corny. Even by my standards." The cyborg decided to put all the jokes aside and get on with the e-mail reading. He scrolled down and saw that most of the e-mails were spam. "'Make $100,000 In Under A Week'... nope. 'Free Movies for One Year'... I don't think so. 'Free Virus Scan for your PC'... my PC doesn't need scanning, thank you very much. Wait... 'Free Pills To Increase the Size of Your...' I don't think so!" He continued to scroll down his messages until he reached the last message, which turned out to be a subscription offer for a magazine. "Still no response..." he said to himself, dishearted. A disappointed frown formed over the cybernetic being's face. He stared at the computer screen blankly for a few minutes, then his disappointment soon turned into anger. He growled lightly, then got up and started to pace across the floor. After about ten or so minutes of walking back for in the same six feet across the floor, he stopped in his tracks... and smiled. "Well, if she won't come to me..." He smiled even wider. "...then I'll come to her! Yes, sir! Look out, ACME Slimenet!" he said with a burst of vigor. Then, he shouted, "FINALLY, DR. BELLJAR WILL COME BACK TO VILE HEADQUARTERS!!!!" He calmed down, shook the cobwebs out of his head, then uttered, "God, I gotta cut back on playing 'Legends of Wrestlemania.'" Dr. Thomas Belljar walked out of his hideout and walked up to his car. He opened the front driver's side door and entered the automobile. As the doctor inserted the key into the ignition, a small screen located on the right side of the dash lit up and chimed. "Good morning," a female mechanical voice said. "Thank you for using Himatsu, the most trusted brand in GPS navigational systems today. Destination?" "VILE Headquarters," Belljar said with confidence. "Destination set," the voice said again. "Thank you, and drive safely." With that out of the way, Dr. Belljar turned the iginition, and the car's engine soon revved up. He put the car's gear into drive, and soon rode off, hoping to meet his boss that he hadn't seen for so long.