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mistermer

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  1. I approve of this treaty and all the inherent awesomeness that it will bring to both our ally, Rebel Virginia, and our Lady Splash Woman.

    This is the end of the beginning, my friends.

    I second this. Also, how do you always pop up at the most convenient times?

    I'm supposed to be the random one!

    The advantageous one, too! Curse you, Mon! ALL BLAMING BE UPON YOU WITH THE FORCE OF 10,000 FETID BRITISH UNDEAD ZEALOTS! Quite.

  2. This isn't about morality, or achieving justice. Quite frankly, this is just about me helping to erase one more boneheaded mistake from the face of this planet.

    And handing me over the corpses so I can conduct thorough experimentation in order to build my grand Plague Colossus to dominate Russia! Bwahahahahahahahaha!

  3. Sitting before a table littered with the numerous flasks and vials associated with his calling, Alexei Solstian busily concocts yet another damnable unholiness for purposes unmentionable for the world. Of course, 99.9% of the time, the end result is harmless to human life. Poor cats. Regardless, the time at the Mundokiir's fortress of suggestive solitude was still fresh in the Apothecary's keen mind: all those discussions, all those suggestions, all those delightful scal-- err, wonderful representatives and the fresh sam-- buxom beatific belles, yes. "Truly a pity that one girl didn't want to share a drop of the Type O, eh, Yingmar?" A white cat slid under Alexei's stool and purred.

    From the Apothecary's right properly walked in an aged butler with dignified white clothing. In fact, it would seem to the eye that a lot of what surrounded the macabre Alexei was, ironically, white. "Master Solstian." The servant bowed and presented from the back with his right hand a letter with markings from Mon. Alexei gave a passing glance before removing to his laboratory gloves and taking the letter. "Now, Jiminy, you know I don't like being interrupted while I'm concocting a plague for the roaches." The butler backed away with an apologetic bow.

    Alexei took from the table a small set of reading glasses and adjusted them on the bridge of his nose. With squinting blue eyes, he began to read and mumble the contents of what he assessed to be another invitation as he idly stirred the contents of the beaker he was preparing. Setting down the instrument while continuing to read, Alexei mistakenly grabs a vial from a substance rack and empties the dust into the purple mixture. Placing back the empty tube as he continues to read, the Apothecary takes the instrument again and begins to stir, when he comes upon a familiar name:

    "Thunderforge."

    Gawk. Glance to the left. Yingmar conveniently vanishes.

    BOOM!

    Jiminy ran back with all due haste to check on his master. "My liege! Lord Solstian!" The servant waved through thick black smoke. The white lab room was heavy in black now. Covering his mouth with a dainty white cloth, Jiminy proceeded deeper, until he ran into a seemingly excited Alexei. "JIMINY! Rrrrrrrrready the sequenced napalm dolphins! This coming deserves..." -- the High Apothecary turned on a dime, covered from head to toe in purple sludge, soot, and smoke -- "...a light show!"

    Jiminy anticlimactically commented, "...And the lab, sir?"

    "Good God, man." Alexei grabbed the butler by the shirt. "Could you not see I was well into my moment of dramatic segue?!"

    Dropping the butler, the Apothecary stormed from the lab in a fuss before stopping to examine himself. "Hmm. Acidic. ... JIMINY, GET THE LEMON SCRUB!!!"

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