Oct. 4th, 2015

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They have hidden high.

They have hidden low.

They have disguised themselves and assembled a small arsenal of random weapons from the forgotten corners of Milliways.

They had a brief delay when one of them had a bit of an existential crisis, but it's probably best to ignore that if one doesn't want to be dunked in magma.

They have come out today prepared, nay eager, for a confrontation. One way or another, this will end.

Or maybe they just want some ice cream. It's a toss up, really.

Doctor Evil, black paint smeared under his eyes and a new quasi-futuristic camouflage suit on his person, crawls out of a paneled hole in the wall and looks around the bar before beckoning for Mini Me to follow. His magnificent clone in 1/8 form is similarly clad and drags a heavy knapsack behind him. The Little Guy fixes his beady eyes on Bar and makes a series of complicated gestures at the Doctor.

"What? Go three steps sideways and wed a chicken?"

Doctor Evil purses his lips.

"Yeah. No idea what you're saying."

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