Disclaimer: I don’t have a PhD in Horribleness, and I certainly don’t own Dr. Horrible or anything related.
A/N: Born of the interim between when Journalism class started and when we actually got work to do. Chipped away at it for a week or so and brought it home to edit.
Rated “T” for allusion to alcohol.

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The word repeated in his mind, over and over. Love. Love. Love. It made his head pound in a way that would have been sickening if it hadn’t felt so wonderful. He was an up-and-coming mad scientist, making things that couldn’t be made, doing things that couldn’t be done. There was no time to slow down, to exchange his brain at the door for some… ( Read more... )