Dr. Frankenstein turned & ran. He’d go to the House. There, at least, he’d be safe doing nothing.
Dr. Frankenstien frantically nailed the planks into place, trying to seal his laboratory off from the rest of the world.
What would happen if the Monster got out? What if people realized he had created it?
The pounding from the inside increased in intensity. The Monster roared. It sounded like Yuge!
Dr. Frankenstein wondered what that might mean, then resumed hammering on the nails.
But the door gave way and the boards he was trying to nail in place began to bend under the Monsters fists.
Rage. That is all the doctor saw in the contorted, strangely orange face of his creation.
Yuge!
Splinters began flying from the boards.
Dr. Frankenstein turned his back and ran. Hed go to the House. There, at least, hed be safe doing nothing.
When the questions came, the doctor would deny everything. Hed blame his neighbor, Mr. Obama.
Yes, that would work. That would deflect attention away from his own nefarious activities, spread over the preceding decades, that had led to this catastrophe.
It was now up to others to deal with his Creation.
He wished them luck.
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