Wiz: Years ago, a brilliant scientist named Dr. Fuji was working to create a brand new life form which would change the world.
Boomstick: That's great and all, but he had something else in mind.
Wiz: Fuji hoped his experiments would help him discover a way to resurrect the person he cherished most:
His deceased daughter, Amber.
Boomstick: With unlimited resources founded by mob money, he figured out how to clone his daughter's... ball of...consciousness.
Because science.
Wiz: But before he could finish, he had to create the most powerful Pokémon, a clone of the legendary Mew.
Boomstick: And he named him...(sadly)Mewtwo.
Wiz: Yeah, Fuji wasn't very creative when it comes to naming,
but when you can create a new life form with nothing but a fossilized eyelash, you know you're a master of genetic engineering,
a field I'd love to get more experience in myself.
SFX: Boomstick: Told you a thousand times, Wiz; you're not gonna alter my DNA!
Wiz: Ehhehehe. Wh-What are you talking about? I would never do that.
Boomstick: Always watching, Wiz. Always.
Wiz: Growing up in a test tube, Mewtwo's only companions were Fuji's other test subjects, including Amber herself through some sort of psychic link.
Boomstick: Amber taught Mewtwo about the sun, the moon, tears, and you know, life stuff.
Oh, and also death when she died for good right in front of him.
Wiz: Worrying this may be too mentally traumatic for the still infant Mewtwo, Dr. Fuji's team erased all memory of her.
Unfortunately, this left Mewtwo with a feeling of loss and confusion and no memories to explain why.
Boomstick: With nothing else to do, Mewtwo decided to take out all his aggression on all of humanity.
Then he turned some stupid kid into stone, a bunch of Pokémon cried, and Mewtwo figured out humans aren't so bad after all.
Wiz: Mewtwo is one of the most powerful Psychic type Pokémon, defeating its foes with the power of its mind.
Boomstick: Hey, wait a minute.
You keep calling him "it". Is Mewtwo a guy or a girl?
Wiz: Well, neither.
Technically, it's gender-less.
Boomstick: Oh. How does it bang?
Wiz: It doesn't.
Boomstick: Bummer.
Well I guess I gotta go bang one out in its honor.
Wiz: What? Boom-- Boomstick, whe-- where are you going?
Boomstick (distant): Tell your mom I'm coming over-- she likes it when I call ahead.
Wiz (spluttering): Ugh... God-- GODAMNIT. Come back next week for Shadow, I gotta stop this sonovabitch.