The Modern Prometheus
13 January 1998 - THE MODERN PROMETHEUS
I'm determined to have my non-reanimated stitched-together creature accepted by society at large. To this end I took him to the supermarket last night, but the manager threw me out shouting that my "sack of rotting meat was upsetting customers".
I explained that it wasn't a sack of meat, but my newly-created companion, but he wasn't having any of it. When I jammed his shop doors open and burst a sack of concrete in his lobby, he just went and called the police.