# Ch.29: Chaos.jpeg
The vulpine creatures kept the king talking while the drugs kicked in.
Then they left.
J: Success!
F6: But we didn't do anything.
Z: While you distracted him,
we used radio waves to hypnotize the king.
F5: He didn't look very drunk though.
J: Simple, we also used hypnosis so he would seem more sober.
G: Now you may want to get some lodging.
J: Also, drink lots of water, that liquor was nasty.
Z: The antidote was probably nastier.
F4: I feel ill...
J: Don't worry, you'll recover.
They went to get some lodging at the cr^Hapital.
F1: We will need a room for six.
257: A strange request, but we can arrange.
F1: For how much?
257: Six hundred.
G: Six hundred!?
J: Capital prices! We can arrange for the king to give us cash, so pay up.
The room was nicer, but not two point five times nicer.
F6: The beds still suck.
F5: Couldn't we have gotten something better inside the palace?
J: Yes,
but it's better if we stay far away while we use him to destroy the place.
J: Let me scan the king's brain and I will come up with a plan tomorrow.
G: Just to ask, do you have anything to say?
F2: I liked the building's flag. It was like a long wriggly mouse.
J: Ferrets. One more reason to burn this country down.
F1: I liked the architecture. Very orderly.
J: Would you like matching roof tiles for the price of your soul?
F1: No, sir.
J: Then stop praising it if there's no merit.
Z: It is trivial to make a pretty city if everyone is your employee.
J: Anyways, I'll be working now.
Z: Just do some math while we prepare the next steps.
A while later, on an unidentified steppe...
A man sits atop a tall tower. to his surprise, he is chained to the ground.
As much as the dull bricks may rise, they will never reach the skies.
Moreover, the great weight makes the foundations crack.
A old man in robes comes from the floor below.
From his chained chair, the king can only stare.
J: Leathers and steel, how does a turn in that feel?
*Why the fuck am I speaking in rhyme? Anyways just roll with it*
K306: What do you mean?
J: I see that you have problems seeing yourself. How about a stare?
Jack showed him a mirror.
K306: I think you're wrong there, as I only gave order.
J: Order my ass. To think that you would need a disorder.
But I'm not here for that, since in this world you can do what you want.
I'm here to ask about times long past.
K306: How far back?
J: The time you were called "Johannes Troy".
K306: How did you know?
J: People like me can see far back and high up. Don't you think?
K306: Sure thing.
J: Normally I would kill you and call it a day,
but you're enough of a small fry-
K306: Me? Oh my.
J: Yes, you insignificant ant. I had to look you up.
J: Answer before the things you did, and you may have a chance to live.
J: And you will be sincere, because here only truth will be seen.
K306: In such a case, why don't we just start?
J: Ugh. What happened with the nuclear ban?
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K306: A very dangerous tool of destruction.
It had to be prohibited, for the good of the inhibited.
J: Uh-huh. How about the glider crackdown?
K306: A most violent group. It was a hard choice,
but for the rest, a few innocents went down.
J: Mmm. Yeah right. I knew someone who knew them, you know?
K306: Which side were you on?
J: Fuck off.
Now, does the thirteenth of May ring a bell?
K306: Hmm... I went to a tea house?
J: Bullshit.
K306: Alright, I signed some papers at a tea house.
J: Go on...
K306: Aimed to improve the living quality of the downtrodden.
J: YOU!
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K306: Do you see anything wrong with free healthcare and free housing?
For all I know, you're the one that's wrong.
A devil in the flesh, born to corrode what we all have built.
Against the gifts society gives, you've spat upon it.
Like a plague, rejecting our timeless truths, while corrupting the youth.
You are the chaos that our fathers warned against, and to what end?
In the dirt you live, wishing for the world that wouldn't be.
Tell me, what you've achieved?
J: *INHALE*
J: WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG, NO YOU, AND FUCK YOU!
J: Anyways, I'm death and you're the one that's gonna be dead,
or at least severely lobotomized, any last words?
J: Oh wait, I forgot. I had said that I'd pull your skin off,
so you will have plenty of words.
K306: Words are wasted in those who will not hear.
J: HAHAHAHA! Now I really want to hear you scream.
And so, the psycho proceeded to torture the king.
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Now, some maths later...
J: I'm done. Things went well.
G: Let me see then.
G: ...
Z: *Looks at screen* At least he does this only towards his enemies.
But next time, I should do it.
J: Fine, you may have your turn.
G: You're like living heresy, Jesus!
F2: What did you see?
G: He pulled out his skin and... Ugh.
J: No mercy for the unclean.
Z: Typical of you, though you weren't very clean either.
J: I can leave a mess out of the one who leaves a mess!
F6: *shudders*
F4: I-I don't think that I'll be able to sleep now.
Z: You are not 'A's enemy, so he will probably let you be.
F4: Probably!?
G: Just relax, ok? He just likes to... You'll be fine.
Z: I may not approve, but I put up with him.
G: Tomorrow will be another day, so how about we pretend this never happened?
J: Never forget! This is what our enemies deserve!
F4: ...Ok?
J: Now fall asleep or you'll see it with me!
F4: OK!
F4 quickly got on his bed and played dead.
The others followed suit.
The next they they awoke to the sound of someone knocking on their door.
F2: What is it?
789: One million quid from the king.
F2: ...Could you leave it here?
J: See? He paid the deed.
Z: You made him pay the deed.
J: Shhh!
After that encounter, and banter, the renards got a car.
F6: What's that outside?
Z: An armoured fighting vehicle.
J: It was a pain in the ass to bring it here, so be thankful.
G: It comes with some supplies you'll need, so you should go see it.
They saw the vehicle.
It was a modified M2 Bradley plastered with standards and cloth.
F3: It looks rather exotic.
J: Having it look normal would be more suspicious.
F5: And a big cottonball isn't?
G: Not really. There are quite a few carriages that look like this.
Z: You should get the crates we left in there, and bring them to the king.
F5: Wait, seriously? He will receiving?
J: Would you rather fight the steel-melting, building-demolishing,
kitty-crushing emperor yourself?
F5: Yes?
Jack used F5's hand to make him facepalm.
J: Bad fox! Just bring the boxes with decorative locks.
F1: Now we should go to the palace?
Z: No. To the Castle of Dazzle.
F2: That's a weird name for a castle.
J: You'll figure out why. Also put on some sunglasses.
Then they went to the castle.
It was an oddly shaped contraption of mirrors and crystal,
with no regard for human (or mammal) eyes.
"Physics? I'm the king, bitch!" And so it was built.