Mysteries and Poodles

I've been down at Primatech Paper Company a lot lately. It's not because I enjoy working, though I do, but it's because my house was nuked.

So, I haven't had anywhere else to go really. I guess Thompson is taking care of my house problem. I hope.

I was in our animal research area. I was hoping to get some of the data on monkeys to use with Ted's genome, as we haven't had much luck using human chromosomes. But when I opened the door, oodles o' poodles spilled out into the hallway.

"Rufus!" I yelled.

The overweight idiot came running up with his flashlight in hand. He pointed it at the poodle pile and switched it on and off rapidly.

"Rufus!"

"Oh, sorry sir. I thought I grabbed my gun."

"I don't need you to shoot 'em," I said. "I want you to clean up the mess."

"Right away, sir!"

I decided the monkey genes would have to wait. Ted would have to wait. There was a curiosity within me that I needed to tend to.

The hot chick.

She was studying Parkman last time I saw her. I had the eerie feelings he was one of them. But what could her power be?

I checked her file. Candice Wilmer.

The file seemed to be missing most information. It contained a page of biographical information, a portrait photo, an essay she wrote in 3rd grade entitled "Why Boys Are Mean" and a signed Ani DiFranco concert ticket stub.

What could her power be? None of this helps! Then I found this picture:



It seems she has the power to bathe with clothes on!

There's something about this girl. Something they're not telling me. I'm sure she'll reveal her power soon. But there's a greater secret and I won't rest until it's uncovered!

Perhaps she has something to do with the oodles o' poodles. While it isn't uncommon for large quantities of animals to fill a room in Primatech's research department, it is odd that there would be a poodle overflow. Thompson loves animal research. I think the cruelty appeals to him. But poodles, everyone knows, is his weakness.

He had a poodle named Rosebud as a kid, but it was viciously killed by a bully at school who went around killing the pets of his enemies. Perhaps that is what made Thompson such a stone-cold killer. The event robbed him of his childhood. He was forced into a world of an insatiable desire for power.

As I write, it seems more and more that the hot chick and Rosebud are connected. And perhaps the plethora of poodles is the first clue to the mystery.