|It's not even April 1st and we're doing the Omega Contingency?|
|Date Published||February 17th, 2010|
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Fighter made sense again. It must be the end of the world.
- The forest near to the Temple of Chaos
|Fighter||Or an eclair made of rocks and mud?|
|Black Mage||(Holding head) Fighter! We get it, okay?|
There are many facets to the proposed pastrylogical singularity.
|Black Mage turns his head away for a moment as Fighter speaks.|
|Fighter||And keep in mind I haven't even gotten to the muffins!|
Or cupcakes. Or are those a subset of muffins? We'll need a committee to investigate that.
|Black Mage||(Close up, raising arms) This conversation is so far beyond over, why are we still stuck in it?!|
|Thief||You're the one who brought up "cake."|
|Black Mage||I didn't expect it to turn into a thing.|
|Black Mage||(Gesturing) But, no, you're right. I'm to blame for this.|
|Black Mage||(Gesturing more) I, more than anyone, should have known once an idea gets rattling around in that vast empty head of his, getting it out again is like walking into a church without murdering everyone inside of it.|
|Black Mage||(Face contorts, begins making hadoken motions) Stalking from pew to pew, loosing fire spell after fire spell into their pious flesh.|
"Ooh, how could our gods let this happen to us they'd wail.
"Take it up with them yourself," I'll say.
|Thief||You've thought about this.|
|Red Mage||Entirely too much, actually.|
|A giant flash of light emits from behind Black Mage, in the direction of Chaos. The entire panel is nearly bathed in white.|
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