THE PRODIGY: This pale skin makes me NAUSEOUS. I wouldn't be an Earthling for all the brain-power on Intellectia. Heh, heh. THAT should do it. A few more hours and I should have the youth of this country well under control. And when Im in front of those television camera tonight, I'll hit that beardless, mindless mob with everything I've got...especially my magnetic monotone...Hey, heh, heh.*
FOOTNOTE: * Note: The Prodigy's voice took on its special magnetic powers when the rocket ship coming from his native planet, Intellectia, in the Andromeda galaxy, passed through the Earth's ionosphere. Because of weak deflector shields, his vocal chords were exposed to intense heat and radiation. On Earth, his voice draws people to him like a vacuum cleaner.
THE PRODIGY: My mind-binding has worked. They won't learn anything about anything, here. They can't think straight, and my lies will lead them into stupid mistakes. How I love the way I get them to swallow all the sludge I hand out. Imagine! They really think you can't get pregnant before you're fifteen, or the first time you have sex, or if you only do it once in a while!
NARRATIVE CAPTION: Now, Marvelites, check out whether YOU'VE heard any of this pernicious pap being peddled.
THE PRODIGY: They'll have babies right and left, from ignorance, just as I planned for my giant baby snatch. They're needed for child labor on Intellectia, so we superior ones can put our brain power to conquering other planets! My mission is almost complete...Soon our saucers will scoop thousands of babies off to Intellectia.
