"Caught you by surprise haven't I?" the weasel sneers. "I am Dr. Frankenstoat, and at the right price, I can tell you every last weakness within the UAC. Plus, I have many explosive devices I'm also willing to sell." He fishes a large scroll of paper from his pocket, and as it unravels, it rolls for a fair distance until it finally stops. On it are the names of varied explosive devices that he's invented, yet to read the whole list would take at least a whole day.
Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 8, 2005 18:05:23 GMT -5
The brown hare stared speechless at the way this weasel was so arrogantly addressing Captain Staan. Even though Staan had, rather forcefully Cryer had to admit, turned down Frankenstoat's "offer," Cryer's incredulousness got the better of him.
"There's no way you could possibly know every single weakness in the UAC without getting found out," he said, pointing a finger accusingly at Frankenstoat. "Nobody's that good of a spy!"
"Ah," Frankenstoat smiles. "But not when that said spy defected from the UAC after THEY LAUGHED AT HIS INVENTIONS!" His voice increases in volume as he speaks, but after plopping some medication into his mouth, he settles down.
"Besides," the now-calm weasel continues. "The UAC have never caught me once, and if I wanted to, I could wipe them out just like that! But I do require a little co-operation, and if KOMPLEX does want to win this war, then why does he still manufacture primitive slimebombs? I have developed weapons that only the user can defeat, as well as bombs so deadly, one alone could wipe out the entire planet."
Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Mar 9, 2005 13:27:32 GMT -5
Staan's face takes on a harder look.
"The wisdom of KOMPLEX is beyond the comprehension of your deranged mind. I can well understand why the UAC laughed at you. And you speak of planet killers? Abomination! What would be the point of using such devices, which destroy the very thing a soldier seeks to conquer? How do a billion dead help any cause?!"
Staan waives a hand in dismissal.
"The Empire has no need of you, madman."
All is not lost: the unconquerable will And study of revenge, immortal hate And courage never to submit or yield And what else is not overcome?
"Call me a madman will you?!" Frankenstoat snarls. "We'll just see about that! Have a taste of Werewolf!" With a flick of the wrist, Frankenstoat smashes a flask of black liquid into Staans' face, cackling sinisterly.
Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Mar 10, 2005 2:44:25 GMT -5
Frankenstoat's throw catches Staan by surprise. As he sees the Weasels hand move he brings his pistol up. He feels the vial break against his cheek as he fires, his aim thrown off as he involuntarily flinches. The maser bean strikes Frankenstoat in the leg. Feeling liquid on his face, Staan raises his free hand to wipe the black material away.
Wrapping his leg in a multicoloured bandage, Frankenstoat chuckles at both Cryer and Rusk. "You primitive idiots. The moment that liquid touches your face, you have the ability to take the form of a wolf when your DNA is charged up by the lunar radiation of any moon! You are now officially werewolves!"
At the sound of gunfire, Wing Commander Sludge waddles up to the group. "What the devil is going on he..." he asks before noticing Frankenstoat. Immediately, his face goes red. "YOU!" "Ah, so you remember me." Frankenstoat smiles slyly.
Sludge growls at Frankenstoat, remembering a previous incident that almost lead to Sludges' own execution.
"Permission granted!" he hisses, but Frankenstoat simply laughs. "You can't kill me. I can play time like a trumpet!" he chuckles. "You can only see where I have just been, or where I'm going to be. Not where I am, unless I really want you to." he begins his insane laughter again.