Black Ooze-Slater

My fist slam down on my desk in frustration as I watch my plan back fire. I was so sure that the little black girl would never protect Morbius as her mate. It seems that I miscalculated things on my end with this. It would appear that I was right in my assumption that the brother would want him dead. That one wasn’t far fetched however after everything that Morbius has done.

As I watch the ungrateful bastard lean against the wall and close his eyes, I am forced to lean back in my chair. The fact that he is still bloodied and bruised due to my lackies and his brother pleases me. However, it is not enough. I needed him to make my plan work and now I have to find a way. I rub my eyes as I feel the stress of a headache coming on. You would think that after working on this plan for twenty years that I would have what I wanted by now. This is the last step but too many wrenches have been thrown into my plan.

I thought that after all my manipulating and scheming the stupid big wigs of this