A bottle smashes just above Doctor Evil. He ducks reflexively and smacks the wall, a section of which opens about waist high on the evil genius; didn't that used to be taller? Blinking, he pulls his suddenly damp hand back, sniffs, and makes a face.
"Cognac?" He sniffs again. "Courvoisier? What is this, an early 2000s Busta Rhymes music television video? Perhaps a 1990s Ice Berg song? Or is it Vanilla Ice? Iced Tea? I don't know. There's so many. Yeah. I don't understand why they all name themselves after ice. Honestly."
The whole situation is ri-god-damn-diculous.
"Mini-Me, on my six. Seven? Whatever."
With that he turns and steps through the door... only to find himself falling down a long, steep slide.
"AIIIieEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIaaaaaae!" echoes up into the main bar, amid the sound of biting and smashing bottles.
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"Cognac?" He sniffs again. "Courvoisier? What is this, an early 2000s Busta Rhymes music television video? Perhaps a 1990s Ice Berg song? Or is it Vanilla Ice? Iced Tea? I don't know. There's so many. Yeah. I don't understand why they all name themselves after ice. Honestly."
The whole situation is ri-god-damn-diculous.
"Mini-Me, on my six. Seven? Whatever."
With that he turns and steps through the door... only to find himself falling down a long, steep slide.
"AIIIieEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIaaaaaae!" echoes up into the main bar, amid the sound of biting and smashing bottles.