"Ohhh, what, what's happening."
"I'm sorry strordinaire, but I can't allow you the chance to recover and upset everything, noteably the letting go of my erstwhile henchman, who has proven himself unsuitable today for some strange reason."
"No, I'll stop you Streede, I just need a minute to recover and then it will be a whole new thing."
"Well, I told you strordinaire, you won't have that chance. And if you'd have been patient, I might have even killed you before you regained consciousness. But not now, now I am going to have to make you feel the pain of a hard death."
"Promises, promises Streede."
And as he changed
Yes Streede the scientist
He slowly pointed
At Tykyn himself
And bid him to silence
No silent gesture
Or threat of a strike
That which is most physical
Shall hold sway enough
To listen so to such
"In other words Streede, you're done. And it will be your henchman and the first hero of the second age of heroes who bring you down."
"You're going to bring me down Bob? You and the world's lone strordinaire will put me down, just like that? It is to laugh that you suggest this Bob."
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