Frankenstone.
Look at that. Chip off the old block, eh, Mitch? You should be proud, very proud. You are ? Good, good. (Arrogant sonofabitch...) Whoops . Didn't know I was typing my thoughts as well as my spoken words - very careless of me. Do me a kindness and overlook that last remark... I'm just not in a very good state of mind right now vis-a-vis Mitch Macaphee, our resident mad scientist. Truth be known, he's not arrogant. The son of a bitch part is fairly accurate, but I wouldn't call him arrogant. Stubborn, perhaps. Okay, okay - obstinate. But not arrogant. And I am trying to hold my tongue around him, as it took a good long time to convince him to return to the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill. Wouldn't want to be responsible for sending him packing once again. Marvin (my personal robot assistant) would never let me hear the end of it. (A devoted son, it seems.) Why am I annoyed at Mitch? Well.... I'm told I'm being unfair. After all, it was he who ultimately shifted ...