I'm an inventor. I invent the most wonderful, helpful contraptions the world has ever known. Once I've designed, manufactured, and tweaked an invention I must run it by The Board. This would be understandable, of course, if the two members didn't also happen to be the two dumbest people on the planet.
And not in an idiot savant kind of way.
So none of my inventions are deemed worthy of mankind by The Board, and they all end up in a junk pile guarded by the most vicious, but also dumbest dog.
Feeling I've done nothing to help mankind, I struggle with deep depression until I finally end it all with my very own invention, The Delete Button (which was to replace electric chairs, hangings, firing squads, stoning, and lethal injections world wide given its humaneness and peacefulness - which I can personally vouch for. It was like falling asleep on a cloud and slowly dissipating)
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