The Doctor’s experiment went horribly wrong, the behemoth he created was loose in the village. He was no better than his great-great- great Grandfather, destined to be forever known as a ‘Mad scientist’.

The Count warned him that what he was undertaking was foolish. But the Doctor knew that he and he alone could create life where other’s had failed.

“Count, I know that you think I am mad, so be it maybe I am mad, but I was right, I did create life,” the Doctor said enthusiastically. “I need you to assist me one last time, my assistant Rogo, has fled with my creation to parts unknown”.

“What is you wish me to do Doctor?”, the Count asked.

“Pull that lever there, I think there is just enough electricty left to bring to life another body,” said the Doctor.

The Count gave an evil grin and, clearing his throat in an ostentatious fashion, thrust the lever forward.

And nothing happened.

The Count looked at the Doctor and laughed maniacally.