Oh, would you look at that? More items to use to customize my garden. I could splurge on a botanical garden or some rose vases, but the Blue minions really could use some upgraded equipment. It's no good with them dying all the time. An Overlord must be ferocious AND frugal. I should save my pile of gold until I can afford it. But for now, I believe it is time to return to the Mellow Hills Abyss, now that I have united all of the Minion tribes. Just to be on the safer side, it would be best for me to canvas the area once more to ensure nothing of value was missed. The last thing I want is the Wizard getting to them before me.
[The Overlord finds a Minion Control Disk, and sends the Blues to retrieve it for him.]
That should be the last of them. Time to venture forth further into the abyss!
[The Overlord and his Minions return to the killer pumpkin patch. He sends a group of blues into the pond so that they can fix the bridge near a stray halfling house.]
More halflings? I thought we were rid of them when we punctured that grotesque Melvin Underbelly. I would say that I like this place, but there is something about it that disturbs me...
Gnarl: It's the tormented spirit of Melvin, Sire!
WHAT?!
Gnarl: Looks like he's getting all the food he could ever wish for down here! All that flesh, wobbling from side to side...it's almost hypnhotic.
[Melvin eats so much that he explodes...again. And again.]
Gnarl: That's the way to end a meal. Oh! There he goes again, blowing up and reincarnating like that must hurt like...Hell! But look at him! Melvin just can't seem to stop himself!
Dare we interfere? Would that fat buffoon even notice us?
Prisoner: My arms are aching, Sire! Please get me down!
[The Overlord sneaks around Melvin's dinner buffet table and tries to put out a fire, but there does not seem to be a source.]
Blast it all! Forget about it...we shall go in the opposite direction.
Gnarl: All this food just lying about...Hmm...Lord, that wobbly ball of lard might prove handy here. That is, if you can make use of his fatal bouts of indigestion.
[The minions try to lure Melvin toward as many piles of food as they can in order to distract him, when they come to another giant killer pumpkin patch.]
Gnarl: That's what's been spawning those pumpkins! Be careful, Sire! That's one big mother!
[Gnarl wasn't joking - the horde of smaller pumpkins make mincemeat out of the minions until the Overlord gets wise to the small bridge nearby and sends a new batch of Browns to dispose of the boss pumpkin. They return their attention to Melvin as the gluttonous halfling waddles and farts his way right into the Overlord's trap, allowing them to access a switch that turns off the fire pit.]
Gnarl: They must be preparing Melvin's eternal feast. Damnation is busy work!
No doubt the big oaf would try to follow me in here, if his fat arse could fit through that tunnel.
Prisoner 1: Er, I think there's been some kind of mistake, Sire. You couldn't have a word with someone, could you?
Kinda busy here...portly halfling on the loose. Surely you must understand...
Prisoner 1: Free me! Free me, Sire, before they stuff an apple in my mouth and serve me to Melvin!
As much as I would like to be rid of you, I have no reliable way of cutting down your chains without damaging my reputation.
''Gnarl: Best use for sheep, Sire. I think I can hear Melvin drooling from her.
Prisoner 2: They're going to eat me! Oh, don't let them eat me, Lord!
Prisoner 3: And my wife said she could never get me in the kitchen!
Such annoyance...Melvin can only stuff his face with three meals before exploding most violently! But there are four plates...how to stop him from eating one of them?
[The Overlord herds as many sheep as possible into the nearby furnace, luring Melvin toward another wall that breaks down swiftly once he explodes.
Man Hanging Above Fire: They're gonna cook me! Get me back to my home and I'll give you something for your little chaps!
Bah! Do I cut him to pieces or turn the lever and risk roasting him alive? Might as well take the easy way out...
[The Overlord sends the minions to attack, but they cut down the spit instead. As soon as they carry him to the portal, a bunch of barrels filled with gold and other sundries spawn right on the spit.]
Rescued Man: The barrels are yours, Lord. Take 'em, take 'em!
[The Overlord collects his reward, and then returns to the tower briefly to get some new Blue Minion equipment.]
