Gepeto and Me

Master tinkerer, I now make you a Gepeto. Your shop will be your office and your patients will be your Pinochios. Give them thoughts in their heads when they are under anesthesia, and see if it changes their personalities and outlooks. You are a man of stature and substance, and you perform enough to be my real boy. I sit with you quietly, blackened hair and teeth with a demonic giggle as you work. Strong, get along is you and me on Waikiki. The only separation is if you forget, then I am gone for eternity. Catch you in another plane. They are ALL so insane.