ʟᴇᴛ's ɢᴇᴛ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ

“Then why haven’t you? Too busy ‘partying’, or are you, despite the power upgrade, still in the scientist’s grasp, the same as everyone else?”

“Oh, if it isn’t the big triangle himself. What an honor.”

“You’re not as threatening in person, I must say. But I applaud your efforts. This is a far bigger prank than I could have pulled off in this place.”

Uncap me in the ring the fans are waiting

   “Wʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴀ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ, ɢᴜʏs? ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ʙᴀᴅ ᴠɪᴇᴡ, ʜᴜʜ? ʜᴀʜᴀ!” Bill announced, a snap of his fingers momentarily rendering the dance floor into a one way view down into the smoldering city below. By now streets were growing largely cleared on account of the eyebats who patrolled them, turning to stone and levitating up any figures caught wandering. These masses largely consisted of NPCs, the likes of whom weren’t witty or talented enough to conceal themselves. They now served a better purpose making up the foundation of a throne steadily amassed beneath Bill.

   “Bᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɢʟᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴡᴀʏ ᴜᴘ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ᴀᴍ ɪ ʀɪɢʜᴛ?” The triangle further announced with a swish of his glass. And, with a slight tilt to the brim of his eye, he ingested an ounce of the violet time punch in only the most dutifully horrifying of fashions.

   “Nᴏᴡ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ. “ᴡʜᴇɴ’s ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ sᴛᴀʀᴛ”, ʀɪɢʜᴛ? ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ ʜᴇᴀʀ ʏᴀ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ. ɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ’s ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴜʀɴ!” Unannounced the triangle’s voice boomed forth from the great floating structure above the Hive. Amplifying his already tryingly loud voice not unlike a speaker, the Fearamid trembled as Bill was shown floating leisurely in front of the prism, microphone in hand.

   “Tʜɪs ɢᴏᴇs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴛ ʙʟᴀɴᴋᴇᴛs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ-- ᴛᴜʀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴀʀs ᴏғғ ɴᴏᴡ, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ ᴀɪɴ’ᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ! ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴇʟsᴇ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪɴᴠɪᴛᴇ ᴀᴡᴀɪᴛs. ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ᴅᴏ ᴍᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ғɪʀsᴛ.”

   “As ᴘʀᴏᴏғ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏʏᴀʟᴛʏ, ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ɪɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ ᴅᴇᴘɪᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ! ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ, ɪᴛ’s ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴀɴ ᴇʏᴇ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ-- ʜᴀʜᴀ! ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏ ʀɪғғ ʀᴀғғ sᴋᴜʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ, ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴇᴀʟ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏᴡ.

   “Sᴏ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴀ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ᴅᴏ ᴅᴏʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟᴠᴇs ᴜᴘ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɪɴsɪɢɴɪᴀ ᴛᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴɪᴏɴs ʜᴇʀᴇ!” The entity declared, a sweeping wave of the arm indicating the eyebats who roosted on the Fearamid like an electrical line. “ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʟʟ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀɪɢʜᴛғᴜʟ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ. ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪsᴇ-- ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ɢᴏ ᴛʀʏɪɴ’ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜʟʟ ᴀ ғᴀsᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢᴜʏs. ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴇʏᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ sᴛʀɪᴄᴛ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ sᴛᴀᴛᴜᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴀɴʏ ɴᴏɴ-sᴜsᴘɪᴄɪᴏᴜs ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴜᴀʟs. ʜᴀʜᴀ!

   “ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏs, ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴛ! ʟᴇᴛ’s ɢᴇᴛ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ, ɢᴜʏs!”