"For years," Salisbury continues, "you have mocked me, Sterling. Called me insane, ridiculed each and every one of my masterful schemes!"
"I thought that someone of your limited intelligence would need help in seeing the joke," you jibe back. "Seemed easier than getting your little white kitty cat to explain it to you."
"Ha. Funny that you should mention Napoleon, Sterling. It's been some time since he was last fed, and now you're in the perfect state to feed him yourself."
Of all the lame death traps that you've been subjected to by your arch-nemesis, this must be up in the top three most silly. Perhaps you'll learn to shut your big mouth one of these days.
"I would love to do the honours myself," Harold says, "but I have a world to conquer, and no time to waste. I think it only fitting that you be lowered into the jaws of death by the very woman that lured you here. For once, the pussy will eat you, Mister Sterling."
He strides off, laughing maniacally, leaving you to the tender mercies of his delectable assistant. She introduced herself as Wendy Windblows last night, but somehow you doubt that that's her real name. The willowy physique that first caught your eye has now been magnified, making her a mountainous monster whose every move inspires terror as she walks closer. One massive hand brushes brunette hair behind one ear as she cranes down, smiling with teeth taller than you.
"Bitch," you tell her.
"Oh, you so shouldn't have said that," she replies, reaching for you quickly.
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