DR MICHOADY But then Dom just grows his arm back. He says, "you foooooo! Our special fentanyl recipe has given me the power to grow back my limbs like piccolo. I'm giving the people the power -- the power to feel like Gods!" Uncle Mickey Mayne just grunts and says some clint eastwood type stuff. please write scene with all these details mixed in ChatGPT The room crackles with tension as Uncle Mickey Mane stares down Dom, his eyes flinty with resolve. Dom's taunting laughter echoes off the walls, a discordant melody in the air. UNCLE MICKEY MANE: You think you're some kind of deity now, boy? Playing with powers you can't even begin to comprehend. His voice is low and dangerous, each word dripping with disdain. Dom's smirk widens, a glimmer of arrogance dancing in his eyes. DOM: I've transcended mortality, old man. Our fentanyl formula is the elixir of gods, and I am their chosen vessel. With a flourish, Dom gestures to his regenerated arm, a grotesque display of power. But Uncle Mickey remains unmoved, his expression as stoic as the stone. UNCLE MICKEY MANE: You may have the body of a god, but you lack the soul of a man. Power without wisdom is a dangerous thing. His words hang heavy in the air, a silent challenge to Dom's newfound hubris. But Dom simply sneers, the fire of arrogance burning bright in his eyes. DOM: Wisdom won't save you now, old man. Only death can release you from this mortal coil. The tension mounts as the two adversaries face off, the room a battleground for their conflicting ideologies. In that moment, they are not just men, but symbols of a greater struggle, locked in a battle for the very soul of humanity. [To be continued...]