After a night that witnessed a mighty donnybrook between a warmongering mind and an innocent left shoulder, I have determined the only course of action…
A containment building.
You know, those big lead shells that are plopped on misbehaving nuclear reactors? That’s what I need plopped on my brain.
Contain the crazy.
Seal it off from mankind.
Let some brave soul give the thing a peek in 75 years but leave me out of it.
See? Problem solved.