BEAST PAGE 3 FUCKED UP KITTEN
Cyclops, AKA Cy
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Why was I made like this?! Why?! Cruel, cruel
wor- AH! Stop touching me! Stop touching me!
Um, geez, I don't know, maybe uh - THIS WHOLE ONE EYE, NO NOSE THING!
Rubber nipples, and uh, that's about all I can think of since my
little brain don't work proper.
I got to be The BEAST Page 3 Fucked Up Kitten: I worked my way
up the hard way, you know, day gigs washing dishes, busking, playin'
the chitlin circuit getting my chops up. And one day my tour manager
takes me aside and says, "look kid, you're only going to live
for like 5 days. Settle down, stop running your self ragged."
By that time everybody in the band was supporting huge coke habits,
and getting desperate, which never happened to me, you know, because
I have no nose. So I just thought it was time to get back to the
basics; you know, being a cute little mutant who's just waiting
to die. And here I am.
plans: Quick death followed by cheap yet dignified shoebox funeral.
I'd like to be remembered: As a clear example of natural selection
in action, and how not to intelligently design the division of an
embryo forebrain into bilateral cerebral hemispheres.