Just so everyone knows, I am tracking that I am an idiot and am not in fact zapped into Lego form by the laser. Apparently I lack the mental capacity to make the connection between two panels with completely different hands unless I have at least a beer in me. The following is to make up for it.
Doc Legostar fiddled with his glasses, then fiddled with his hair. Then, reconsidering, removed his hair and went to the closet to pick out a different one. Ah yes, he thought to himself, the classic black would do quite nicely. His sudden return had caused his lackey, the poor, dimwitted and excitedly violent fool, to babble about becoming Legoified and insist over and over that while he was fond of yellow as an idea, he wasn't too keen on it as a lifestyle choice. "Yes, yes, well this town HAS forgotten quite a few things about my 'lifestyle', haven't they?" he chuckled menacingly to no one as he walked briskly to his work bench. As he sorted through various tools with all sorts of odds and ends that were in need of cleaning or oiling or sharpening and other upkeep, he tried at least three other evil laughs. Yes, the second one, definitely. It had an excellent balance between mad medical doctor and mad scientist doctor, with just a dash of just plain mad.
His feet clacked on the metal stepstool as he climbed to the examining table set into the back room of his former offices. Brightly lit lamps reflected off polished (and only slightly blood stained) metal mirrors to illuminate the body of the dead, sexy nun. He paused in that thought. She was dead sexy also, but the phrase "dead, dead sexy nun" just didn't seem to flow. He cackled madly and reached for his tray of tools. "NURSE!!!!" he bellowed, picking up something that resembled the bastard child of a screwdriver and a plaster trowel and examining it carefully. No, the amount of rust on it made it quite unusable. It needed at least another ten percent!! "NURSE!!!" he howled once more, looking around for his assistant.
"I'm right here, Doc," replied BrownEyedCat, remaining quite calm despite the madness. "You know, I haven't exactly finished nursing school, so I don't think it's really appropriate for you to go around calling me 'Nurse'." She shrugged to show her indifference, and also to give her an excuse to adjust the rather tight nurses outfit.
"That's alright, Nurse," cackled the yellow man, brandishing his favorite rotary jigsaw with built-in free-floating blade with maniacal glee, "I never let a little lack of schooling stop me...SO WHY SHOULD IT STOP ME??!?" Letting loose with his evil laugh, he launched into carving apart the woman and began to feverishly restitch, reglue, and reassemble her into something more.
BrownEyedCat mostly watched, since her last class had been on properly setting a cast, rather than say a study of advanced Frankensteinectomies.
Time passed, though not very much because the Doc was a dilligent worker, and soon SpacePrincess reopened her eyes. One may have been made of marble, and the other might have actually been a marble, but she could see again. Her fingers wiggled, and only one of them squeaked from a slightly rusted joint. Her wounds had been restitched, repaired, or outright replaced. He'd left her legs intact, if for no reason other than because they were so dead sexy. A thought slowly trickled into her mind, "I'm not dead anymore. Damn it, that sucks."
"IT IS ALIVE!!!" howled Legostar, throwing his hands into the air in a fit of passion. "I HAVE CREATED LIFE!!!" Then, he got rather bored and set about trying to add more gears and fancy mechanisms to the rifles and shotguns Laemkral had left laying about the office. His creation would need weapons, after all, if he was going to avenge his faithful (but rather dimwitted) lackey.
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Heed these words: I do not draw. Photos if you're lucky.