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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."
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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Unfortunately, watching his beloved Doctor go over the edge of a cliff just so happens to be one of those exceedingly limited number of things.
One second he's watching the ensuing monologue with rapt attention, knowing that his Doctor will stick the landing due entirely to how many times the man practiced in front of the bathroom mirror.
The next...Doctor Evil is slipping out of sight, with only the sound of a soldier being bitten dragged under the waters of a swamp by an opportunistic alligator following in his wake.
The Little Guy's eyes widen his shock.
His steel-trap-esque jaws go slack resulting in his multiple rows of razor sharp teeth to rend and tear at the velour pants of the man he'd been recently gnawing on.
Ultimately he falls to the ground in a small child sized heap.
"........oompa."