Wow, thanks, I've been trying to get rid of those for ages.
*squeaks*
Not so fast.
John the Rat has been denied any personal time after being found guilty of felonious conduct.
Nobody steals from me!
Slash
Cuts off Fish-Malkovich's flipper
Put it back! I was on the verge of a high score!
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*Gets a kriss blade and slices open Comte de Malodor, spilling the fool's guts out.*
*Then, proceeds to slice open the bodies of GoatToucher's Gothic Fairy Sousaphone band*
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:As you slit them open, the Gothic Fairy Sousaphone players look up to you with something akin to gratitude, gurgling as their life spills out with the burbling purple ichor. You look down at the dark blood smeared on your arms and apron, and, satisfying a bit of curiosity, sniff. It is a quite pleasant aroma of lilac and some sort of citrus liqueur:
:You look upon the still forms of the fairies, given a peace long denied them:
:one of the bodies spasms:
:and another:
:and another:
:Soon, all the corpses are convulsing, spraying their fluids from every hole. The bodies begin to slither together and their flesh melds, every pair of fairies becoming a hideous amalgam in order to seal the wounds you delivered upon them. A face emerges from a neck here, and arm from a belly there. Extra legs flail and extra hands curl in mute agony:
:The fairy that looked to you with gratitude now bears a wide eyed look of horror and betrayal:
:You look on, feeling a combination or revulsion and professional curiosity, when the lilac smell fills your nostrils with increased potency. You look down to see the ichor dissolving your clothes. You hasten to tear them away, but the blood on your hands and arms penetrates your flesh. You feel yourself...Changing:
:a sousaphone grows out of your body and into your hands:
Wow, thanks, I've been trying to get rid of those for ages.
:stares at the Comte intently:
:appears, his approach unnoticed, immediately behind the Comte:
Were you saying something, old boy?
:sips dark purple liqueur absently:
:pokes Dedrick's rapidly dissolving body with a silk-slippered toe:
:looks over his shoulder at Jambi, giving a curt nod:
:Jambi snaps his fingers, and attendants merge with shovels, sponges, and a large bucket. Dedrick's remains are collected:
Take that to the workshop. The red table.
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:considers the assembled Disney villains, frowning thoughtfully:
Well, I suppose it would be bad form to hold your origins and the backwater dimension you hail from against you. After all: you had the wit to effect an escape.
:taps his fingers against his lips:
Very well!
:he sits, his attendants placing a gold filigree and red velvet lounge beneath him as he sits. He reclines, extending one hand to have a small crystal goblet placed in it, and the other to take an ivory cigarette holder:
You have my attention, such as it is. :takes a drag and speaks, smoke curling from his lips: Please me!
:appears, his approach unnoticed, immediately behind the Comte:
Were you saying something, old boy?
:sips dark purple liqueur absently:
I was a bit sceptical about your Miracle Weight Loss Programme at first, but what a transformation - those excess pounds have just melted away!
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:considers the assembled Disney villains, frowning thoughtfully:
Well, I suppose it would be bad form to hold your origins and the backwater dimension you hail from against you. After all: you had the wit to effect an escape.
:taps his fingers against his lips:
Very well!
:he sits, his attendants placing a gold filigree and red velvet lounge beneath him as he sits. He reclines, extending one hand to have a small crystal goblet placed in it, and the other to take an ivory cigarette holder:
You have my attention, such as it is. :takes a drag and speaks, smoke curling from his lips: Please me!
Maleficent: At once, your supreme eminence!
Frollo: Well, to start with, we have indeed managed to escape from our backwater dimension (which was, apparently, known as the Kingdom Hearts universe). And we have since become improved because of it!
Yzma: Since then, we have been painstakingly attended and participated with your experiments (not that you had any reason to notice our presence) so that we could glean a better understanding of how you set about to your work.
Oogie Boogie: Not to mention that we have also been making and mass producing all GoatToucher brand products (even inventing our own). We currently have a countable infinity of machines that are spewing out the products every second!
Ursula: I think it's worth noting that Organisation XIII have been doing the same things.
Chernabog: So, how are our efforts so far, and how might we yet improve?
She's already a delicious beverage, aren't you, my little sugar pop?
*squeaks*
scampers in through a small hole under the door.
smacks Kat's Eye on the head with a broom
You will not eat one of my subordinates!
Ah the mangy Cluny.
Still haven't gotten that eye I ate replace yet, I see.
But you don't.
HA HA HA.
Laugh it up furball.
You only took the eye because of chicanery.
The battle was a draw.
Keep deluding yourself.
But ask yourself who is a mass of scar tissue, and who has a beautiful pristine body?
GRR
It got you a job keeping bongo players warm while they soundtrack an orgy.
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*Squeak!*
Crawls onto Count Heydrich's shoulder to watch the ongoing events
If she doesn't show up, I can take you home with ne.
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*In GoatToucher's workroom, a horrific scene is taking place.*
*GoatToucher, Jambi and eight attendees are working on some sort of large and disturbingly misshapen mound of flesh that was once Dedrick the professor and has been placed on top of a table which is red in colour (it is unknown if the table was always that colour or if it's a recent redecoration).*
*After, what seems like an eternity, the mound of flesh takes shape...*
*It has become a large hulking thing which then becomes aware of the horrors it has endured and promptly goes berserk and lets loose it's unbridled rage, laying waste to workroom in a blind fury. GoatToucher calmly steps back, unsurprised by his creation's reaction, observing the scene with great interest.*
*The thing - that used to be Dedrick the professor- kills the attendees, stops on Jambi (but doesn't kill him) and breaks a hole in one of the workroom walls and escapes to freedom. GoatToucher watches the thing slowly leave whilst beaming with pride.*
*A single tear goes down the side of his face (or maybe it's just a trick of light).*
What's that? It resembles Great-Aunt Hortense, but if it is her, she's lost a lot of weight.
Can't be Hortense. The tentacles don't have lamprey mouths on the end.
Hold on. Great-Aunt Hortense had a soul?!
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*The thing - that used to be Dedrick the professor- kills the attendees, stops on Jambi (but doesn't kill him) and breaks a hole in one of the workroom walls and escapes to freedom. GoatToucher watches the thing slowly leave whilst beaming with pride.*
*A single tear goes down the side of his face (or maybe it's just a trick of light).*
:sniffs, dabbing the corners of his eyes with a lace handkerchief from his cuff:
And so a new child takes its first steps into a world with so many delightful holes to plunder...
:he turns to Jambi, standing at his usual position, none the worse for wear:
Be a lamb and clean up here, Jambi. There's a good lad.
:minces off into the night:
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Jafar: So, it appears that our master has brought new life into world.
Evil Queen: Indeed, truly this sort of thing is something we should contemplate.
Captain Hook: Funny you should say that, did GoatToucher give us his opinion?
Yzma: Honestly, I don't know. Perhaps he will give it to us later on.
MCP: By my calculations, which are never wrong, GoatToucher will give us the knowledge and wisdom we seek once he - albeit temporarily - no longer desires to busy himself with his work. Providing that he has not done so already, thus rendering us most foolish for not listening. And the thought of being likened to users such as yourselves greatly disgusts me!
Lady Tremaine: Please do calm yourself down, dear, stress is no good for anyone.
If we can work out exactly what impudence he has, we'll be able to plug this 4x12 speaker cab into him without it blowing up.
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*Lumbers across the country, mind blank yet curious.*
*Reaches a small village, goes to investigate.*
*Is immediately attacked by the frightened people.*
*Goes berserk and destroys the village, killing each and every single person.*
*As the rage subsides, a sad and lonely emptiness takes its place.*
*Continues across the country, hollow of memory and emotion.*
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Queen of Hearts: Keep working, my Card Guards, or it's
Bowler Hat Guy: Yikes, thank goodness I'm focusing on my own tasks!
*As the Card Guards continue to fill vats of multicoloured liquid and pulling various switches and levers to mix and swirl them around, Bowler Hat Guy tends to a small patch of different kinds of strange looking plants that are growing in a specially made tray under an ultraviolet light (with the help of Doris, of course).*
Ursula: I am going try out my new fishbone knife, using that new technique GoatToucher performed at the last demonstration. All I need now is a "volunteer" perhaps a certain mermaid or maybe... her father?
CLU: While you're doing that, Commander Sark and I are going to rework and upgrade our systems. It'll give us the means to increase productivity tenfold as well as being able to experiment/torture subjects on a digital level.