“Oh, that’s just sad. The design of that contraption is appallingly basic. Where is the innovation or automation? Hmm,” tapping his chin, “Crab legs for all terrain versatility, cupholders, spikes, a mini cannon… maybe undercarriage lighting and of course a sound system.”
a villain that became a villain not because they seek vengeance or crave power but because villains always have better one-liners, outfits, and musical numbers
“And what do we have here?” Zagam’s eyes widened in surprise, first wary, to see a strange artefact floating around him, but relaxed immediatly when noticed it was just trying to call his attention, thing that did succesfully. His gaze soon moved towards the blue man that for one second he thoug might be Mr. Drake. It wasn’t him, of course. The colony was not the same neither the energy. Another blue man?
Zagam flashed him a charming smile leaning forward on his chair, there is the resting area of the exhibition. “Pretty artefact you have here. Is it yours?” He asks with playfully interest.
Sucking in a breath Syx became over animated as he moved to cover his nerves. Never show fear. Far better to act like you know what you’re getting into. Moving purposefully forward again, he shrugged, “The Doom Syndicate fought one once to my knowledge.”
“Oh? the Doom Syndicate? are they Hunters?” he asks interested. in case he has some future entertaiment. As demon, he hates hunters.. “Are you friend of them? what happened with the demon?” he just continued asking more and more interested for the other dimension.
Syx licked his lips, gauging how to answer, “Not friends no, we’re rivals really. It’s the gang Psycho Delic runs. It’s a joke if you ask me, but don’t piss off the fire bitches unless you like to be ‘well done’. The hell cat daughter of his doesn’t take a joke well and Hot Flash just thinks burning things is fun,” he shrugged again, not bothered about potentiality causing them trouble, “Only heard second hand, but they drove one off a few years ago.”
“What about the reality where Hitler cured cancer, ____? The answer is: Don’t think about it.”
“It’s a figure of speech, ____! They’re bureaucrats! I don’t respect them!”
“Why don’t you ask the smartest people in the universe? Oh, yeah. You can’t. They blew up.”
‘I’m sorry, your opinion means very little to me.’
“They’re robots! It’s okay to shoot them! They’re just robots!”
“Whoa, spoilers! I’m a whole season behind.”
“You’re not gonna believe this, because it usually never happens, but I made a mistake.”
“We are both rational adults who don’t want anything bad to happen, and I have a human shield.”
“I’m Mr. Crowbar, and here is my friend, who is also a crowbar!”
“
“I’ll tell you how I feel about school. It’s a waste of time.
Bunch of people runnin’ around bumpin’ into each other, got a guy up
front says, ‘2 + 2,’ and the people in the back say, ‘4.‘ “
“Listen ___, I hate to break it to you, but what people call ‘love’ is
just a chemical reaction that compels animals to breed. It hits hard
____, then it slowly fades, leaving you stranded in a failing marriage.
I did it, your parents are going to do it. Break the cycle, ____. Rise
above. Focus on science.”
The little blue boy blinked up at the blond woman. He shook his head vigorously no and put his fingers to his mouth in a shush motion. He was hiding from Daddy. Games were fun, even with Daddy’s mustache bristled.
Mickey’s eyes widened just a touch at his gesture, before her expression grew more gentle. She wasn’t entirely sure just what was going on, but she wasn’t going to be leaving this boy alone. Shifting, the woman moved to sit beside Syx with a kind smile.
“Do you mind if I sit here with you then? Until they come?” She asked, keeping her voice low in a hushed whisper.
Syx contemplated that, then nodded, “Okay, but you have to be quiet. We’re hiding from Daddy,” he grinned brightly. It was a fun game.
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