And in an uncharacteristic stroke of mercy I have granted you an audience before your final slaying at the hands of my ACID MAGNET! Ask any question that could possibly enter your no doubt terror stricken mind aside from "Is there a God?" Because that you will find out soon enough!
You dare to call The MIGHTY MONARCH, LEVEL TEN VILLAIN IN THE GUILD OF CALAMITOUS INTENT A MERE LOWLY HENCHMAN?! I admire your courage but pity your hubris. But...but...to make, what I need to believe was a mere slip of the tongue because as cruel and dark of a mind that possesses this body, I couldn't, wouldn't DARE imagine what fate would be in store for you if you had intentionally implied that I was not only a filthy HENCHMAN but one to such a wretch as Doxtor Rusty Venture! Someone who's name's utterance I will hold in personal contempt until he has shaken his mortal coil and felt the venomous sting of the mighty Monarch!
But I'm sure you mis-spoke. Which is still signing your own death warrant, but man... I'm kinda glad I don't need to come up with a torture to follow that threat. 21!
Oh shit, nemesis. Sorry
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