Nah, work was too hard. The easier way would be to simply relax into the new lifestyle of being a regular nobody in this vast world of giants that would lie to themselves that they ruled anything at all, yeah, let them lie and play their deception games. He did not care one way or another. He was content enough to sit here on his porch and watch people who would pass by, wave at them if they did. Nobody ever came by though so he really didn't have to worry about anything. He would have to get his student to unfreeze his newly adopted home.
On second thought no, he would do it himself when he got around to it. It would make him look better over all and that was all that mattered, right? Looking better then the next guy.
The game of Good and Evil was over rated, let them kill each other mindlessly. He would have no more part of it because the people on both sides of the fence were terrified of him and his overwhelming destructive personality. When he came for you, there was no true escape. Ah, then he smiled and remembered the good old days when people were not afraid to go to war, or destroy in his name, much less their own. Back then people just followed orders blindly and life was good. But then the fools had to start wondering why, why this and why that. Their pitiful minds couldn't understand it even if he had explained it to them. Good help was so hard to find, willing help was even harder.
So Bob walked away from friends, enemies, and the innocent bystander who might have gotten killed along the way. It was for the best. Last time he tried to back out of this people complained and cried, this time he expected no such reaction, as a matter of fact he expected no reaction at all, just the way he liked it.
Bob reached over and grabbed a Pepsi and cracked it open, it was easy enough and the cool can was soothing to even one such as him. Evil would have to find a new champion, and he was sure that there were a number of people willing to take the place readily.
He had intended to build a giant army of mechanical destroyers and use them to systematically destroy Rhydin's strongholds in an attempt to become Emperor of this wretched place. But it soon became apparent that most of the people who inhabited this place were not worth the flesh they were made from, so it was better just to let them destroy and drink themselves to death, like he cared what they did anymore.
He took a sip of his drink. It was good. As he looked upon the great space before him he realized that this is where he belonged the whole time. A simple life for a simple creature would be a fitting end to the story, he thought to himself as he watched the wind blow by in peace.
No place like home, is there?