Sure, why not? I don't have anything pressing to do.

Your hand is just about to reach the doctor, so close to closing atop his head, but you stop at his words. You look at him for a moment, considering the now much smaller doctor's words. You also take a bit of time to enjoy his squirming as he closes his eyes and tries not to shiver in fear as he braces himself for your promised head-crushing. It's nice to be the one in power instead of the guy who's locked up and under the watchful eye of the man. You like being out from under anybody's thumb, your new powers making sure you won't be under anybody's control but your own from now on.

That being the case, it is _your _choice, and yours alone, that has you pulling your hand back from the doctor and folding you arms across your chest as you look down at the doctor. "All right, Doc. I got time. Wow me with this offer o' yours.", you tell him and stand there, waiting for him to state his case.

The doctor looks visibly relieved by your words, his body sagging with the sudden release of all that tension. He is quick to recompose himself, though, thinking he once again has a foot to stand on in this situation. You doubt he does, but let him think it, if he wants. It'll amuse you for a bit, you think.

"Yes, well, I'm glad you can see reason, Specimen 34-G", the doctor starts, but you cut him off by stomping on the ground, cracking the cement beneath your heel with the impact.

"That's not my name...", you say, your voice low and dangerous in a way that has the doctor shaking in his boots once more before he can compose himself once more.

"Y-yes, er, I apologize. Mr....Baxter, was it?", the doctor corrects himself.

"Please, Doc, we're all friends here. Call me Tommy.", you say in a casual tone, as though you were chatting on the street instead of in the midst of the remains of dozens of dead guards while you're covered in blood.

"Tommy, then. Well, Tommy, obviously, you are the result of a great number of years of effort and hundreds of millions of dollars. You are now immeasurably strong, nearly impervious to harm and possessing of highly sharpened senses of perception. In addition to this, your brain chemistry should have been altered so that outside ****, such as that put forth by meta-humans gifted with telepathy and other mind-based powers, cannot keep hold upon you.", he states, listing your impressive abilities in a way that makes you puff up with unjustified pride, "Which was why your mental conditioning was supposed to be put in place before those changes took hold, but...well, you can see how that went."

"Really good for me, I'm thinkin'.", you reply.

"Er, yes, I suppose. In any case, all of these abilities and the change in your physical form are due to my scientific research and, of course, the funding of the organization I am employed by. They asked for an unbeatable soldier, a physical specimen of unsurpassed ability, and that is what you are. You are their greatest weapon and, obviously, were supposed to be an obedient solder as well. As that ship has sailed, I am sure that there can still be a bargain made.", he continued.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you said that, Doc. Hurry up and get to the point. I'm gettin' bored here.", you sigh, trying to stifle a yawn.

"Well, in short, I would think that my employers would pay handsomely to have you in their employ. They are quite well-connected and they could pay you more money than you could spend in a lifetime. In addition to that, you would be able to stand at the head of their troops of enhanced soldiers as their leader! You'd be in charge of the most powerful and elite **** in the world and you would be feared throughout the every country. Of course, this would all be in the name of the organization that funded the experiment that made you and will make others like you, but..."

"Whoa, whoa, back up. You're gonna make more guys like me? How's that? Looked to me like you were failin' pretty hard at doin' that, judgin' by the number of corpses that were down in the pit with me", you interrupt, a bit interested in this subject now that the idea of there being more guys as powerful as you around.

The doctor looked annoyed by your phrasing, but he shakes it off to answer your question. "Well, yes, we had had a number of failures before you, but, now that we have found a formula that works and have your genetic makeup in the form of your blood sample from before the process, I believe we can replicate the process that created you.", he stated with a nod, "Of course, those specimens will have the control conditioning worked into them beforehand so that we don't have any more...issues in the future."

"Issues like me breakin' a whole bunch o' your guards here, right?", you remark with a smirk.

"Er, yes, quite. But, as I said, you cannot be conditioned anymore and, therefore, you will retain your will and be employed as the leader of the other mindless drones. They will follow your every command and, at the end of it, the organization I am employed by will compensate you lavishly. Money, power, women...men. Whatever you wish to have, you could have it. All you have to do is agree to work with us!", he said, obviously finishing his sales pitch with a lot of bait meant to hook you, "Work with us and the world could be ours!"