I’m drunk. Need focus. Concoctions too mighty for humankind, but I’m close. Need a break. But I’m inspired. I’m Dr. Ethvil, after all. Perhaps I’ve tested too many acid vials on myself and tripping for no reason? I’m losing time, but what’s the rush? Oh, but there is rush. A rush for planetary domination. But how? Where can I test my vials? And on who? (smells breath). Damn… zombie butt. Wait, that’s it! I’ll wake up the dead. Or rather, dig up the dead and test my vials on them. Alas, I shall have my army of…FrankenPunks! Mwuhahahahaha! (burps)