Jack kicked his feet up on the table. "You're back already? That was quick."
"You have more than enough potential. So tell me what is the one wish that would make your soul gem shine." -Mitt Romney, probably“On the contrary. This…goblin, only brings his own insanity and madness to this.” A very calm and very bored sounding voice. Gilgamesh had reappeared it seemed, and had been watching the interactions between those who had returned and the ones who had still been here.
He had been biding his time inside his own quarters. Waiting for the return of those who had been already here.
Kerrigan turned to the....talking trash cans and said "We are here to be the play things of beings who think of themselves as gods. Only one has shown up so far to my knowledge, but there are supposed to be others." Those unaccostumed to hearing Kerrigan would notice that while she spoke verbally, she also spoke mentally at the same time, giving her voice an echo like quality.
"Yes.... the fury... Furuhuhuheeheeha!" said Fawful, giggling madly.
He looked to the Daleks curiously.
"A moreness of machines?"
"No. Not completely machines."
"Oh?"
"Squishy inside. Like octopus. Weak."
"Hmmm," Fawful turned to face the Daleks. "I am being the great Lord Fawful, the genius of brilliance and fury!"
Pretend there's something clever written here.Hook could've sworn he was at Skull Rock a moment ago, fighting with that accursed boy. Hook sneered at the thought of that arrogant little child. One day, he would wring him by the neck or blow him up or something. He didn't know what at the moment, but it would come to him. "Perhaps..." Hook said to himself, mostly to reassure himself that he wasn't still asleep. "It was simply a daydream. Of course, of course! The cook must've thrown something in my rum last night."
Captain Hook sat in his chair, pulling out a a small chest from the desk next to him. He grabbed a knife from the chest, sharpening the hook on his right hand. All the better for slitting throats, after all. As soon as he was positive it was sharp enough, he stood up from the chair and began to look around the room. It was cluttered with maps with a few weapons scattered about. "I really must advise Mister Smee to get me a new Cabin Boy." He said to himself. "Maybe we'll get a new one once we leave these blasted island." Hook grabbed his rapier off the wall, walking out of his quarters.
It took exactly 3 seconds for him to get pissed.
"What trickery is this!?" Hook yelled, his face turning a deep shade of red. He stomped around the lair, looking like a teapot about to boil. "I DEMAND WHAT BLASTED IMBECILE IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS!"
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"Yes, let us meet the others." Eternal said to the Shocker Rider.