Prototype: Equestrian Menace

Compound [REDACTED], 10/23/78

“How are you still alive?”

“Oh you know virus, luck, magic etc., come now you expect to kill me off with a nuke? Tsk tsk Commander of I remember you wanted to use the virus to make the ultimate being. Well here I am.”

“You survived a fucking nuke.”

“And? I don't see why everyone's worried about it and when the USSR and the US go to war. I mean if you expect to kill the commies with these things, well you need to up the ante.”

“I take it you're here to kill us then? If you expect me to beg th-“

“Relax, only reason I'd kill you right now is if you try that shit again. I've told you this once and I'll repeat myself, I have no desire to spread the virus. The saying is like father, like son. Not like mother, like son. I'm more than content to spend the rest of my days in my cell. But if you so much as think of trying to kill me again, I'll rip you apart limb from limb, get me?”

“And what guarantee do I have that you won't end up spreading the virus in ten to twenty.”

“All I can give you is my word. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going back to my cell.”