Speaking at the Annual Inventers Guild of Inventions, Rupert, carried on stage by two of his handlers and hooked up to the microphone with golden electrodes, proceeded to tell the packed venue of his plans.
“I first started to research ways to deliver bile and anger wirelessly, but mobile phones came along and achieved this dream,” Uttered Rupert, whilst baby food was pumped into his mouth via a pipe coming from the canister on his back. “And that’s when I had the idea. We’ll inject hate into dreams,” beamed the corroding, shrivelled, husk.
Rupert plans to license the patents out to interested parties to ensure he can continue to profit from misery long after he dies.
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