MY NAME IS CALIBORN AND I APPROVE THIS MESSAGE. AFTER SOME PRODuCTIVE TALKS WITH PRIME MINISTRANGLER @masterVainglorious HAROLD SAXTON. OF ENGLAND. I AM PLEASED TO ANNOuNCE MY uNCONDITIONALLY SANCTIONED WILLINGNESS. TO LET THIS EXTREMELY STANDuP FLESHY SON OF A BITCH. HANDLE EARTH TAKEOVER. TRuLY ONE OF A KIND. YOuR ENTIRE MISERABLE PLANET OF SMELLY SHIT-FLINGING APES WOuLD BE BETTER OFF IF YOu WERE ALL LIKE HIM. LIKE CARBON COPY IDENTICAL. GENuINELY ONE TO ONE. MASTERFuL RACE TO THE BOTTOM. ONLY TO FIND YOu ARE ALL IMMINENTLY OuTCLASSED. BY THIS SuBTERRANEAN SHOVELER. HE HAS HEART ENOuGH FOR TWO. AND BEATS WITH THE WAR DRuM OF A TRuE BLuE SON OF A BITCH. YOuR COuNTRIES ARE SICK. YOuR COuNTRIES NEED HEALING. BuT WHAT I IMAGINE. MORE THAN ANYTHING. RIGHT NOW. WHAT YOuR COuNTRIES REALLY NEED. IS A NEW MASTER. AND SINCE I AM TOO BuSY TO BE ASSED. THIS GuY.
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Stones in glass houses, sir. That is all I will say on the matter. An issued statement will be coming shortly.
I apologize, I have a crippling case of the Monday blues. Rest assured, I take my duties as professionally as possible, which can be vouched by everyone in the administration and our constituents. Let me be very clear, sir. Mr. Born is nothing short of a threat to all existence, and giving him any more power than he already has will inequivocally spell doom for everyone. Every. Single. One.
YOu WOuLD KNOW A LOT ABOuT STONES. WOuLDN’T YOu. BORE ROCK BLOWS BOMBS uP. YES. THIS IS FuNNY. BECAuSE YOu MuRDER CHILDREN WITH ZOOMY DRONES IN THE SKY.
THE WOMAN IS CORRECT. MR. SAXTON. I AM A GREATER THREAT THAN IT MAY APPEAR. WITH MY MARKETABLE CHEEKBONES AND SWIRLY CHEEKS INTACT. I HAVE KILLED AND EATEN COuNTLESS IMMORTALS. BuT WHY CAuTION YOuRSELF? YOu HAVE ALREADY GAINED MY FICKLE FAVOR.
PINKIE. NOT MINE. MIND. I RIPPED IT OFF OF SOMEONE. YOu CAN KEEP IT. IF YOu LIKE.
Don't fall for his siren's song, Sir. Please, let's have a meeting sometime soon with our respective cabinets and liaisons, so that we may explain to you the kind of threat this entity poses to the fabric of the universe itself.
WHAT’S THE RuSH? MR. SAXTON STANDS NOTHING TO GAIN CONSORTING WITH ANTS. WITH ME. I CAN PLEDGE HIM AN APATHETIC EXISTENCE. A PLAYGROuND TO DO AS HE WISHES WITH EARTH WITHOuT MY INTERFERENCE. AND I HAVE THE POWER TO MAKE IT PERMANENT. I ALSO. AM A BONAFIDE LORD OF TIME. FuLLY REALIZED. NO FOB WATCH REQuIRED.