The Horatio

They were all so damned ugly. The Raians of the United Empire, that is. Granted, I - the great Horatio - am one of them, I know. But I am the most beautiful of them. And here, at this far away lab at the tail-end of the Centaurs A galaxy, I am going to make a race of pure beings - the most beautiful and pure beings of them all!

Myself, of course! Yes! CLONES! It's perfect, absolutely fool proof. Sure, sure, they'd have to deal with the ugliness of the Empire, their wayward Pilgrims, or those atrocious Hissho - oh! - but not for long. My unending beauty will purify them all. Their ugliness will be wiped from this galaxy!

That'll take such a long time to accomplish and I'm so wildly impatient. I wonder... I wonder if I could put my brain into one of my clones?

YES! That's surely the answer! I'll get started on it right away!