So he says, so he says...

He's noticed some participants were given outside help.

He's not mad. And he understands... but sometimes?

He just wishes his experiments could have perfect control. Perfect ecology. Perfect variables. Perfect balance.

Just like the old days.

He knows it's not possible, but in the spirit of the game, can you cooperate?

That's all he asks of you. My feelings, not withstanding.

...

...but that's not why you're here, is it?

You just want to consume everything there is, don't you?

Every last drop of it...

...but you can't find... anything, can you?

If your power wills you...

Or if it has failed you...

I'll let you speak to HIM yourself.

THE RED NOSED REINDEER.

LET HIS CREATION COME TO FRUITION.

IT IS NOT MY DESIRED OUTCOME.

HOWEVER

I SEE YOU ARE ALL.

VERY. VERY. INTERESTED.

SO

YOU MAY SEE IT FOR YOURSELF.

OR WATCH SOMEONE ELSE

IF YOU CANNOT DO IT YOURSELF.

IT IS NOT MUCH OF SUBSTANCE.

A DOOMED BRANCH I HAVE ELECTED TO PRUNE FROM THE TIMELINE.

HOWEVER.

I WOULD NOT LET YOUR CURIOSITY BE

FORGOTTEN.

THANK YOU ALL.

SO. VERY. VERY. MUCH.

FOR YOUR PARTICIPATION.

FOR YOUR OBSERVATION.

I HOPE YOU WILL BE HERE.

FOR MY

NEXT

EXPERIMENT.

Let's keep it all a secret between us, capiche?