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In the alternate universe, I sit on my stunning gilded bone throne, watching the events back in the normal reality. Magic televisions, gotta love 'em.
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| Now this, THIS is the life. The only two people in this world capable of defending themselves from me are locked in the dungeons, and the rest are my slaves. Life is good. Very, very good. | |
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| Waiiit a minute. What are those idiots back home doing? | |
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| "She's a tyrant, a pure evil tyrant. We can't let the other world suffer like that. We'll find a portal, go through, find her and tempt her home by torturing penguins. That'll work. | |
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| No, dammit!! They know my weakness! Right, slaves! Find all the remaining portals, and block them off, nobody gets in or out until this lot have died horrible ugly deaths. I DONT WANNA GO BACK! | |
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