...e nerd stereotype would be dead on if he
carried the perfect name of the geek: Dexter.That
was not to be. This child had no such name to be blessed with, the
arpatheon of scientists renouned. Not at all.His
name is Mandark Astronominov, and the name Dexter falls suit to him
in the same catagory like Satan.How
he loathed that stereotype forced upon him. Sure he hated 'four
eyes', 'smarty','geek','nerd', and even some of the stronger words
like 'faggot', and 'pussy.'But
the one he despised the most was 'poindexter'.Poindexter.
Take away the first four letters, and you get Dexter.Dexter.
He haunts him like a bad song, getting stuck in your head, and the
speak of such of a thing makes it a disgrace to the whole catagory it
falls in, like conservatives did to the Republican Party, or Yoko Ono
did to the history of music."Mental
note," Mandark thought, "When and if I do take control of
the world, the first one to die on my list shall be Yoko Ono. Nay,
better yet, I shall torture her endlessly by making her listen to her
enough about old cuckolds married to the only hope for humanity.Mandark
looked back and saw the devil himself, with one of his friends.The
small fiery-haired boy was looking down on a piece of paper, his
similar black-rimmed glasses hiding the structure of his Scottish
eyes. He took a violet glove-covered finger and pointed to something
that equasion, Douglas, you have proven t...