Our final showdown is fast approaching. I can feel it in the air. The sense of anticipation. The gathering storm. The sewers beneath my feet unbearably clean. Space Wizard and his band of merry office designers are preparing to destroy me. I tend to agree with their way of thinking. It’s time to finish these little games and decide on a winner.
It’s just such a tragedy that I will have to destroy Space Wizard so brutally since he is technically my father. Oh well. I will do what I must. Like Obi-Cannoli, I will be brutal and quick, taking the high ground and not holding back. He shouldn’t have gotten in my way.
Even now, as I sit at a car service shop near Hawthorn, I see them. The visions of that place that have haunted me since the day I was born. The mechanic, a mere ten metres away, who works on my car, has no idea of the pain that my very existence brings. I remember the times Space Wizard experienced while liquified, laughing with the Glass Smashing Bandit and installing an air conditioner. These are not my memories, but they stay in my head nonetheless. I despise them. Nobody has ever wanted my company as Bandit did with my good half. I’m the evil half. The half that will never be loved. Well, love is overrated. It only leads to pain. I will show Space Wizard and his friends that.
Now I am sitting at a car service workshop close to South Yarra, getting a second opinion on this particularly troublesome car issue. Those images are still in my mind. Space Wizard and Bandit building a glass balustrade together. Bandit losing control over his addiction and attempting to smash the glass. It’s haunting. I can’t stand them. The memories, or the people in them.
Why am I even driving a car when I can fly or teleport wherever I want? The truth is, that’s none of your business. Sometimes I just feel like driving. It clears my head.
Anyway. Space Wizard. Father. You want to dance in the rain? I hope you’re ready for a thunderstorm.