The Don

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When not teaching crippled orphans how to shoplift, posing for Muscle and Fitness magazine or developing cures for exotic and complex strains of hepatitis that don’t exist yet, I occasionally fight evil.

-I don’t really know why I fight evil. Evil has really never done anything to me personally. I guess it’s just a trendy thing to do to pass the time. Everybody at work is all, “What did you do over the weekend?” and the replies are totally boring like, “I watched football” or “I had a barbeque.”

That’s when I drop the bomb: “What did I do? I fought evil.”

End of conversation.

But since Doctor Tobaggans has gone into semi-retirement there has been considerably less evil in the world to fight.

-Or so I thought.

It turns out that Don Lewis’ brand of evil is far more eviler than any evil I’ve ever seen. When you mention Don Lewis in front of evil, evil goes, “Don Lewis? Man that guy is really freaking evil!”

You can even spell evil if you scramble his last name:


Levvis = Evil (+ 1 "V" and an "S")

Isn't that positively frightening?

So soon I’ll be traveling out to Idaho to check up on Don.

I don’t really like leaving the country.

-But I cannot in good conscience stand by and do nothing.