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Deep within the bowels of Lesion ov Mortiis' secret hideout...
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| Captain Tanner, I must embark on an epic and convuluted quest to acquire the Mighty Mullet, so that we might smite our enemies. | |
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| The Mighty Mullet? I have heard of such an object that retains magnificent splendor and terrible power. I'll bet it'd look good on me, too. | |
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| Riiiight... just be sure to keep everything running according to schedule. | |
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| Indeed, Sir Mortiis. By the time you return from your journey, you shall have a platoon of evil mechabots at your disposal. | |
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Unbeknownst to Mortiis, an even more evil and insidious mind was eavesdropping.
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| Oh, goody goody! Global annihilation will finally be within our grasp with a platoon of evil mechabots and the Mighty Mullet. | |
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| (Pinky... did you hear that? This goofy looking elf wants to obliterate the world... what fortuitous luck that we would find such a pawn.) | |
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