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"INTERLUDE IN BLACK"
(Exterior, Day;A large slate-coloured building; the sign in front reads The John Candy Institute of Genetic Engineering, and Donut Shoppe, Eh? CUT TO: interior of a darkened room; on a monitor, we see RBB, and the Princess…)
PRINCESS OF PMS: Ivan has gone to let your friends know where you are, and to bring them here for a meeting tomorrow morning.
(In the darkened room, we see a familiar bulky shape behind a desk; his face is hidden in shadows..)
MF(Mysterious Figure): Dammit! This could spoil everything!!! (Pushes button on desk)Get me Mortem!!!"
Wenderella:Yes, Sir!
MF(To self)And where's my Dick Stroker? I need him. Why hasn't he reported back with Philm Phan's head? How did Wulfgar survive the cave-in…?(he rambles absently, like Brando on Percodan, idly munching on dried apricots…)
Wenderella:Mortem on the line, Sir…
MF:Ahhhh, good, good; MORTEM!!!! WHAT are you doing in the field?!? I NEED you in the LAB!!!!!
Parca Mortem:Do not fear, my assistant, ScrotumSlapper, is more than capable of carrying out the detailed instructions that I left; besides, it is rather a thrill, being in the thick of things; but you saw…?
MF:YES, I saw; that was the original Ivan, wasn't it? He was supposed to be imprisoned under Kamchatka, whilst we made use of his cells…
PM:Yes, that he was; his genes have yielded the most useful servants..but when the REAL Ivan meets Wulfgar…heh, that might even be funny; the last time he saw 'Ivan', he and that little Scottish slut were trying to kill him…
MF:WULFGAR must NOT be killed; I NEED what he has…or else all our plans are for naught…what of the others; where are they? I wish to gloat a bit…
PM:ScrotumSlapper turned them over to X-MAN's care, in SecureMaxx…the one, "Zero", I believe it is, is still at large; he manged to get away during the trek through Siberia…but Gandalf and Pathetic Owl are still searching for him…
MF:SO, we have the Girl and the Cripple…? Not much, but it will do…the molecular video feed works well; I will have to commend Technomage on his work…
PM:On the plus side, Little Eamon is broken to our leash, now, and performs our will…heheheheh… MF:Good…maybe we shall make use of him; but continue to observe; if HairHead interferes too much in our plans…kill him.
PM:Oh, yes, My Leader…with pleasure…oh, it looks as though things are going to heat up...
(END INTERLUDE)
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