Meanwhile in Da Pro's home.

Da Pro: But MOOOOM!

Bobby Z: For the last time, I'm a guy.

Da Pro: But you're still my mother.

Bobby Z: No, you are the mother.

Da Pro: Right! I remember when you were born. Fun week.

Bobby Z: And lots of cake.

Da Pro: Anywho, BUT MOOOOM!

Bobby Z: NO! I'm sick of all this! You can't just blog whenever you want! There must be ORDER! ORGANIZATION! Peanut butter sandwiches. SO you will start putting up a blog once a week. On Mondays. And making me peanut butter sandwiches. On Tuesdays. Starting now.

Da Pro: *mumblegumblemumble" Bobby Z.

Bobby Z: Also, when are you gonna finish that Let's Play? I'm si-

HELLO, DEAR DEAR FRIENDS.

It is I, Da Pro! And this week I have a confession to make.

I like short shorts.

Oh, also, Doctor Insano.

What? This is SO Dr Insano. Can't you see the goggles? LOOK THE GOGGLES, PEOPLE! THE GOGGLES! they do nothing.

Oh, fine. Turns out that ain't Dr. Insano, just some cheap knockoff. Ahem.

OBSERVATION AND THEORETICAL EXPLANATION OF PHENOMENA!

He comes for me!

Oh, yes, we all knew he was supposed to show up in this blog series eventually. He is a familiar face for all of us here. He was bound to be here from the start. It's Dr. Insano, Spoony's... foe... alter ego... weird buddy... thingy, the maddest scientist in these blogs as of yet! Well, I guess Doofenshmirtz was pretty mad. Oh, and so was The Brain. Hmm, and Monkey-for-a-Head, who could forget him. Hmm, yes, Robotnik had a fair dose of insanity. The Lobe was mad, yes, but was no scientist... oh wait, lab coat. And Dr. Evil, well, he was a doctor, so... OH DEAR MAKE HIM STOP.

Hmm, I need to dedicate less blogs to mad scientists.

Now, this is a tough one. What should I say about him that you don't know already? That he's... kinda... evil? That he's a scientist? That's he's, well, insane?

Because that'll all there is to it. Seriously, it is. This guy is the Rule of Funny personified, with plenty of SCIENCE to add some spice to the mix. And you know what? The fact that he's a walking, breathing stereotype makes him hilarious, and even, dare I say it, charming.

LET'S HAVE SEXY TIME.

I need help.

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HOLD YOUR PENCILS. Da Pro/Dr. Insano slashfics can wait. NO! NOT THE GIANT LASER GUN OPERATED BY APES! HE IS MAD! HE'S GOT APES WORKING FOR HIM!

Fine, fine, I'll change the subject. To MUFFINS!

MUFFINS.

And now that I have won the award for not saying anything with substance using the greatest amount of words and pictures possible, I stop this blog right here right now. I hope you enjoyed it (as if), I sure did. Be sure to check my other villains!

WHY, WHY? Wait, is that a gun? I-