How gutted would you be if you were some nutcase Professor and you came up with a potion which you were certain would turn you into some super-strong freak but it just turned you into Hyde Park.
"Finally, all my life's work has been realised, and is culminated in this one potion!" says Dr. Jekyll, and takes a huge swig. However, quite quickly he turns into Hyde Park.
"Shit," he whispers, hoping that nobody notices he's turned into Hyde Park.
"'Scuse me sir, you alright in there?" one of his man-servants asks, proper timidly knocking on the door.
"What? Yeah, I'm fine, don't come in!!" Jekyll yells, but unfortunately the man-servant can't really understand him because he doesn't understand the language of parks so he just strolls in and witnesses the monstrosity that is now Dr. Jekyll.
"Oh my gawd!" the man-servant cries, doing that classic melodramatic gesture where he shields his face with both arms when he could've just closed his eyes. "You've turned into Hyde Park!"
"Yeah alright don't go on about it."
Dr. Jekyll tries to put some clothes on to cover up the fact that he's turned into Hyde Park but all the trees keep getting in the way and the ducks in the ponds make a proper fuss about being covered up.
"Fucking hell," he says to himself.
"Dr. Jekyll what are you going to do about that date you have tonight with that ridiculously fit girl?" the man-servant inquires.
"I don't fucking know do I? I've only been Hyde Park for about a minute, give me some time to adjust," he protests, but to the man-servant it sounds like nought but the rustle of wind through the leaves and perhaps an annoying brass band in one of the band-stands.
"What did you say sir?" the man-servant asks. Dr. Jekyll just sighs, which for some reason sounds like a really really loud goose honking, and the man-servant runs off.
Yeah I think the book would've been better if it was about that.
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