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Someone has put up a tent -- the nothing but canopy type you see at weddings when the weather is a little too damp -- by the lake. Under it are two chairs, one large and one small. They resemble the high-backed desk chairs found in any office supply store on Earth, until they start to rotate. The large chair even has a keypad or control console built into the arm. It's all very technological.
At the moment, they are covered in plastic rain slickers and empty.
Rugs inexplicably line the ground around the chairs. There's also a cooler and something bubbling over an open fire, just outside the tent.
"...really you are an exceptional cephalopod. Yeah. Your bilateral symmetry is remark-a-ble. Purple ink is exquisite. What evil genius wouldn't like to sign their name in purple ink?" Beat. "Okay, I can see how you might take that the wrong way. I don't want to ink you. Just weaponize you. Yeah. It's empowering."
Dr. Evil is standing by the shore, attempting to sweet talk Raspberry. Evidence suggests it's not going well. Of course, it could be going far worse. There's a tiny fish tank containing a sea urchin at his feet, just in case it does. That way, at least he'd have someone to talk to, right?
At the moment, they are covered in plastic rain slickers and empty.
Rugs inexplicably line the ground around the chairs. There's also a cooler and something bubbling over an open fire, just outside the tent.
"...really you are an exceptional cephalopod. Yeah. Your bilateral symmetry is remark-a-ble. Purple ink is exquisite. What evil genius wouldn't like to sign their name in purple ink?" Beat. "Okay, I can see how you might take that the wrong way. I don't want to ink you. Just weaponize you. Yeah. It's empowering."
Dr. Evil is standing by the shore, attempting to sweet talk Raspberry. Evidence suggests it's not going well. Of course, it could be going far worse. There's a tiny fish tank containing a sea urchin at his feet, just in case it does. That way, at least he'd have someone to talk to, right?