Joxer Jr: Joxer the Mighty, Master of Geography...
(Crunch)
GC: (blast!) Back in Tartarus.
Gene: not exactly Goddess.
GC: Gene? What are you doing here?
Gene: well Goddess this is Ilusia, so (yawn) sing a song to be heard.
GC: Why? You aren't singing.
Gene: I can't carry a tune.
GC: So how did you get this job then?
Gene: look I had no idea they were going to do a musical when I started, and then the cheap bastards wouldn't even put up the dinars to get a decent dub voice. So I'm just talking alright.
GC: (blank stare) sorry I asked. So why am I here anyway?
Gene: Well when you and your bard went tumbling off the cliff...
GC: (rubbing the bruise on her head) oh yeah...she's gonna have to pay for that. Where is the little pissant anyway?
Gene: She uh...oh just a sec. (reads from piece of paper) "Your villainous infamy. Tortures your soul. Descent into evil. Must levy its toll. The darkness that rots you. Has brought you to this."
GC: What is that suppose to mean?
Gene: I have no idea, but it sounds wicked cool. Anyway, when you threw Melissa off the cliff...
GC: Excuse me, but she knocked me off too.
(((echo: She knocked me off too)))
GC: (puts her hands over her ears) What's that?
Gene: uh....technical difficulty. It's not suppose to happen till the hall of echos.
GC: the hall of what? Look Gene I'm getting a little tired of this. Tell me what's going on, or somebody dies.
Gene: Somebody already has. (vanishes)
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