002 - Cherry

[deadly_ned]

Happy Pi(e) Day. The day for both food and math enthusiasts to come together in a spirit of unity and baked goods.

Usually I offer a free pie to the person who can recite the most digits of pi but by the looks of some of the people here....that would probably not be a good idea. Only because we would run out of time and the pie would get cold waiting.


There is a definite out-of-whack ratio of supergeniuses here.

Comments

[deadly_ned]

With his...fins?


I would be happy to incorporate more pie into your diet where needed.

[Also very happy we seem to have gotten off the subject of why the Piemaker can't eat his own pies]

[megamind]

No, with the robotic suit I made for him. Duh.

Man, it's sad that Wanda left. She liked to bake. I never really got into pie. Managing having the right ingredients at the time was always difficult.

[deadly_ned]

Always with the sarcasm. Fine. With his fins. Apparently.

I've, uh. I've been there. Sometimes it helps to get a bit...creative, your first try. You never know when someone's thrown away a perfectly good strawberry.

[megamind]

What? No! I totally did make him a robot suit.

[deadly_ned]

How does he even operate the controls? I'm picturing in my head something along the lines of Dr. Seuss.

[megamind]

Neural transmitter. Wired right into his brain.

[deadly_ned]

You're Dr. Frankenstein.

[megamind]

That's rude! I am not!

[deadly_ned]

It isn't rude. It's a fact. You experimented on your fish and gave him neural implants.

[megamind]

I didn't experiment! That's so rude! I helped get him a body and mobility suitable to his intelligence!

[deadly_ned]

So he could...cook from Oprah recipes.

[megamind]

Cook, clean, sew-- do the things he enjoys. [ Look the fish was a happy domestic and they were heterosexual platonic lifemates. ]

[deadly_ned]

I'm curious as to how Minion knew he liked to sew before he had robot hands to sew with.

[megamind]

Well, the first robot suits were... well. I helped him. We didn't have the neural transmitter going. He learned to do things, wanted to try certain things. I didn't make him. But I assure you he was grateful enough to have hands.

[deadly_ned]

[There were no words. Only a smile, growing warmer by degrees]

[megamind]

...why are you making that... face? That happy face.

[deadly_ned]

No, I'm sorry. I just.

I think it's.


Nice.

[megamind]

Why? A minute ago you were accusing me of picsean cruelty!

[deadly_ned]

I was accusing you of being Dr. Frankenstein. It wasn't an insult. Dr. Frankenstein and me have an understanding.



Dr. Frankenstein also has a heart.

[megamind]

I have two. One that handles the bloodflow to the brains specifically, and the other handles the rest of the body.

I'm very confused.

[deadly_ned]

You have a friend. That friend had a disability that kept them from enjoying life to the fullest. You put your brains and your skills and your resources together to form a solution.

Dr. Frankenstein has a heart.

[megamind]

[ Megamind thinks on this, very quiet for a moment. He thinks about growing up with Minion, and lets all those little things he misses-- well, they just well up a little, all of a sudden. ]

[ He hasn't seen him in months. ]

[ ...because he told him he didn't need him. ]

Yes. Two of them.

For all the good they do.

[ With that, he very sadly kills the feed. ]