I like to consider myself to be a thoughtful person, and that’s not in the abstract of, “Oh, he’s so thoughtful. Nox got me this nice gift”.  Pft – No, I mean in the fact that I plan, I calculate, and then I act based upon the information I have.  However, every so often, you come across variables that consistently skew the data.  They will frequently derail my plans without my knowledge… 

This leads me to you, Felix, for far too long you’ve been that variable that’s spoiled days, no months, no, no years of my hard work and planning.   Every time I have the final piece of my puzzle in place, there you are. 

The proverbial fly in the ointment.  The one variable that continues to spoil me getting the results I deserve.  Because I am done with wild cards and unknown actors being involved with my work.  Between you and Doom’s Bastard, I have had enough of being set back by no fault of my own. 

I’ve had enough of it with outside forces causing my plans to crumble at the final hurdle.  Because I plan for every little thing, and you, you myopic simpleton, cost me everything.  But I look at it after watching back the security footage repeatedly, as you unhooked that bastard from where I wanted him, and it gave me a thought.  What is your plan?  You’d play mommy like Mrs. Foley’s baby boy is supposed to, our broken-hearted Destructo gets to be the forlorn son, and Doom will be the daddy, just like you always wanted?  Or is it just an attempt to reunite your little troop of misfit Pool Boys, you, Destructo, and Doom?  But wait, there’s one little problem there, and well, actually it’s a big one… 

You’re short one man, and you’ll always be because that’s one plan you couldn’t stop when Maxwell Rijen was put six feet under, you impudent wretch.  Better question here, oh, Puppetmaster, what’s your plan this week, because everyone has a plan… until… they’re forced… to breathe it in.  It’s in that moment they all fall when they’re forced to inhale the consequences of their own actions.  Let me take you for a walk down memory lane, real quick, and jog your memory to just how dire this all is… 

Luther Grimm thought he could stand in my way.  He attempted to stop me from holding my ticket to freedom. 

Maxwell Rijen thought he could stop the progress of The Corporation. 

They both tried to ruin my plans, and where are they?  I’ll give you a hint, Felix, it’s the same place you’re going to be after this week because no one’s coming to save you.  After all, I’ve planned it all from the second that bell rings to the final moment when I lock that Gas Chamber door.  My plan has always been to watch you choke on my smoke.  Nighty, night, Felix.  I know I’ll be able to breathe easy when you join your friend Maxwell.