OOO07
Receipt: OOO07
Author: Dover
Status: Diner
Subject: The Daggers
WHAT?!
THEY’RE DOING WHAT TO WARDEN??
I didn’t like the thought that the Daggers scooped up Warden because they don’t really know right from wrong. It was very distressing that they were working with Eve, of all people. BUT! I am okay with accepting that Warden can make their own choices and work with whoever they like. It’s not my business to tell them what to do with their life, as I already did a great job of screwing that up.
BUT THEY’RE JUST USING WARDEN?
EXPERIMENTING ON THEM?
NO! NUH-UH! THAT IS NOT GOING TO FLY WITH ME.
They think they are so untouchable—being scattered around the Universe in every which way and hidden in every crook and nanny. But guess what? Guess who has the wonderful power to scramble and shuffle, no—RIP AND SHREAD THE UNIVERSE ITSELF UNTIL IT IS BLEEDING AND BEGGING FOR MY MERCY?
And guess what? I’ll rip everything apart to find you.
To find where you’re keeping Warden. I know you’re reading this, Obelus. You read everything, don’t you? Creep. I will take them back. It’s not even really that hard, considering I know where Brent is, and if I know where Brent is, I can easily shift right to wherever you’re hiding. I’m going to give you a choice, actually. Old Dover, old Dover would’ve gone in and scrambled everyone and everything in a… oh, 50-cycle radius. The Other Otherman wouldn’t even know where to begin with the mess I’d make. New, nicer Dover just wants Warden back. And Brent.
Well, the little angry orange ball will be in your court, Obelus.
Tick tock.