"Welcome to the latest meeting of Mad Scientist's Anonymous. We're all mad, and that's not bad!"

(#00031)

“I don’t think of myself as mad,” said Zort. “I’m just… cross.”

“Denial,” said three other members at once.

Phibes cleared his throat. “Perhaps the issue is not… anger management. We have all encountered situations that have stressed our relationships with both our emotions and our sanity.”

“…I’m only here because of the court order,” muttered Zort.

“Oooh! Was that the steam-powered traffic cop? Niiiice…”

“Snapcase…” warned Phibes. “We do not encourage excess…”

Victor held up a finger. “We’re all here because we don’t often detect the fine line between genius and insanity. Recognizing that we have a problem is the first step to recovery.”

“I had a problem with all those bad automatic carriage drivers, and I was so close to a real solution–”

Phibes held up a patient hand. “This is where a sponsor can help. Someone to view the situation from outside and suggest… a more rational approach.”

“Like making sure the driver and passengers exit the vehicle before crushing it into a tiny cube!”

“…Snapcase…”

Things just went downhill from there.

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