Omnitrix in the House!

What do you do folks, when a powerful Game-changing, near magical piece of technology literally crash landed in your vicinity, and you know, with absolute certainty, that it is selective and choosy like a High Maintenance Girlfriend, AND IT WOULD DEFINITELY CHOOSE YOU?

Do you equip it and show the world, THAT YOU HAVE THE POWWWEERRR????

ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY NOT!

As a budding villain, avid reader of the Overlord List, and someone who has inherited the memories of an assassin, you HIDE the fuck away, before the antagonist chasing after that sweet ass piece of technology doesn't find you, before you even get a chance to get familiar with it.

After all, if I am a goddamn villain, with brain larger than a soda-guzzling, steroid sucking redneck's dick, I would be doing the exact SAME thing: Find the said piece of technology and usurp it before a random cunt gets to become its new master. And failing that, shoot and torture that little sucker and his family, till he willingly hands over that technology, to save his loved ones. And obviously, kill all of them, just the same! There are obvious exceptions to this as, if the said piece of technology is sentient or understands human actions and morals, the. the little fucker would be a headache to deal with!

My suggestion, take the brat (Otherwise, who else would it be???? If not a brat???), and have your bodyguard shoot him behind the alley, and then chastise your bodyguard saying, "Hey, I didn't mean to actually shoot the kid like that. Well pooh! Nothing to do about it now! Awe shucks! Send a white rose to his family. And Good Job!"

But, most sadly (for the villain, that is), I am not the smart and optimal villain in our story, as I am the snotty brat. But even as a brat, I am a smart son of a GUN!

In fact, I am a son of a .50 cal sniper rifle, and it means, I am meaner, stronger, faster and hit a lot harder, than your average son of a gun! And that sucks for the smart villain, but it definitely sucks a Lot more, for the villains, who were designed for children's TV show with a PEGI-13 Rating.

And that means, in this world of time-travelling, reality bending and shit-whooping beings, I am a devious little mothafucka, who is an existential threats to all. It means, it is like sending a dragon to take care of an anthill.

And yet, the biggest problem for me, is that, I am as much a threat to these "ants" as much a "dragon" can be before he hasn't even hatched from his egg. And that means, I am vulnerable until I can safely activate the Omnitrix, acquaint myself with all its master level features, all the new upgrades I asked for, from ROB, and I had to do it, before I need to face my first enemy, whosoever it may be, Dr. Animo, or Vilgax's grunts.

And so I did, the only smart thing I could do. I ran away from my villainous encounter, rejected the childish desire to wear the watch, and "heatblast" the shit out of the robots, and warded my presence magically, to prevent being sighted from any advanced scanners and sensors.