“Ouch, what is this?”

“Stop your yelling, I can barely hear, you’re yelling so loud.”

A heavy sound paves way for an even larger screeching that echoes down the hallways.

“We’ve got more time than we need to prepare.”

“Prepare...prepare what?”

“Our history isn’t the only one anymore.”

“Really?”

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“Yeah, some fuckwit’s gone and opened up the chance for us to finally start our plans.”

“Oh boy oh boy! That has me all kinds of hoppy.”

“...”

“Happy, are you happy? You never let me have any fun.”

“Fun can wait. We’ve got some planning to do.”

“What can I do?”

“I need you to build a circular sort of platform in the center there...I want a second one in the center of that first one, and I want it to rotate.”

“Rotate...why?”

A devilish smile hangs in the night, “I’ve got an idea for a game to play.”