Tonight's broadcast is brought to you by the company you depend upon for all of your greatest needs, Heart Life.

These stories are true dramatizations from our fair city's glorious history.

So listen and remember, heart life, all the life you'll ever need.

Deep beneath the rising beacon of the heart life building in the darkest recesses of the darkest tunnels, one find the hideouts, layers, and dens of residents with nefarious purposes.

Amongst the entrances of these dark nooks and decrepit holes in the wall, one stands out.

Perhaps this is because its occupant has removed every single piece of surveillance equipment.

Perhaps it is because its door is a solid piece of wrought iron, with a large knocker

held within the image of a human's dead, gaping mouth.

More likely, it is because the person who lives there put out a lovely little welcome mat

with flowers on it.

Upon entering this particular domicile, after wiping our feet,

we find Dr. Herbert West deep in thought after his fruitless meeting with Dr. Caligari. He turns to his lab table and speaks.

Thank you. Thank you.

Ladies, gentlemen, parts and combinations thereof.

What can I say?

Am I surprised?

How can one be surprised by something one has experienced over and over again?

Disappointed?

I had hoped this time would be different,

had hoped this place like few others,

would be filled with open-minded people,

dedicated to the free exploration of science,

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