>Douche: Rave around the Roganvers flight deck in appropriate style while tearing your (rather sparse) hair. Then escape whit one of the horn-thingies(they are escape-suttles), but remember to activate the anti-teft ecuipment.
> drink a gallon of orange juice.
> Game Over?![]()
Awesome.
> Drink a gallon of orange juice.
Also if you need help coming up with plot or character beats, send me a message. I study writing for interactive media.
Somebody fan Maximillion or something, he's looking kinda sickly.
Rebecca Coal takes over fanning duties. Sadly, she thinks Maximillion now looks a little worse than he did before.
Meanwhile, Glen, realizing he's out of a strategist, must once again rely on his own wit, grit, luck, pluck, and sheer tenacity to make it through...
> Glen: Finish that business deal, and fast.
THERE'S NO NEED FOR YOU TO MAKE THE RESPONSE REBECCA BECAUSE NOW I'VE GOT THIIIIIIIIIIIIS! you howl.
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RC says this is a good plan, but wonders if you'll actually stay true to your word.
You smirk, and say that'll just be for her and Strongarm to find out.
okay, she says, underwhelmed.
This is disappointing. You bet Maximillion would've had a good over-the-top reaction.
Inside the Roganver...
"THAT'S IT! FIRED, FIRED, YOU'RE ALL FIRED! YOU'RE FIRED TO THE FIRES OF FIERY HELL! YOU ARE FIRED, YOUR CHILDREN ARE FIRED, YOUR GREAT-GRANDCHILDREN ARE FIRED, YOUR ANCESTORS ARE FIRED! OH, WHAT DO I CARE, THE WORLD IS FIRED!!
How am I going to make it out of this mess alive? Surely they'll send a rescue vehicle or something..."
"Sir! We're in a definite state of emergency! All official Douche-brand rescue copters are offline!"
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"AUGH! THE ESCAPE PODS! I HAVE TO GET OFF CLEAR A PATH LET ME THROUGH!!"
"Sir, we're...we're letting you through, calm down."
"SHUT UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP."
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"Hah...hah...wheeze...okay, no more joking around. If you don't exit the escape pod now, your life is over."
"Tch. No way. Roganver's falling apart as we speak. You're the one who's not gonna live."
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"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
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"WOOOOOOOO! FREEEEEEDOOOOOOOOM!"
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"Oh, fuck me!"
GET MONEY FIGHT DRAGONIA THEN FIGHT ROGANVER ONCE THE TRANSACTION IS COMPLETE
so A
C: TAKE THE ROGAVNER AND RUN WITH IT.
Then its crew is yours to do with as you like. Or all its parts.
Whilst Glen is normally A MAN OF HIS WORD, in this case Dumpy Douche is a bit of a douche and not deserving of Glen's mercy. Take all the monies, shoot Dragonia into little bits and then demand MORE MONEY from Roganver Head in exchange for not destroying them too. Then destroy them.
> A! A! METAL ELEPHANT WILL HAVE IT NO OTHER WAY
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"All exits are swiftly collapsing, sir. Oxygen supply is running low. Death is imminent. We must either forge a new escape route - nigh impossible, given its tough gold-carbon exterior - or be willing to suffocate within three minutes."
"RESTART YOUR CALCULATIONS, WINSTON! THERE'S NO WAY SOMEONE AS RICH AS ME COULD DIE IN SUCH A RIDICULOUS MANNER!"
Warning! Incoming enemy message!
Normally, Dumpy would not accept help from anyone who isn't working under him or his family.
Today is not normal.
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Meanwhile, not far across the realms of time and space, Glen opens the message.
He gains a DESPERATION LUMP SUM of five hundred million RoBobobucks.
It is a cry for help that could not possibly be ignored.
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MISSION ACCEPTED!! MAGNUUUUUUUUUUM...