(The following post seems to be... go-pro footage? In the infinity of Paradox Space, surely he can find a Doc Scratch with whom to run a fade. Eventually, there he is in the manor. Doc, in his omniscience, pours the diminutive Lord a cup of tea- one he knows Kris will not accept. The sound seems to be off, but they clearly exchange some words. A beat passes before Kris' hand juts out, now visible on the video, before the man of the house begins to emit a faintly glowing green smoke- lightning sparks from his body, and he contorts as if in severe pain. A beat. They are no longer in the house- they are on the surface of the moon- green and desolate, and far removed from anywhere their actions might have consequences- might inflict a Doom on innocent bystanders. The video becomes staticky, as bolts of green lightning surge through the view. Kris' hand is in view once more, before it clenches into a fist. Cracks form on the surface of that cue ball, then a bright flash of green light fills the view- when it dies, a well-dressed and dead(?) motherfucker lies on the surface of that green moon, drifting away into nothing. The video ends.)
You were an excellent host.
Holy peak?