Dr. Giblet's son Trevor complies, gently settling the refractor on the bridge of your nose. As he pushes inward on the two halves of the instrument, the lenses align and you find yourself staring through the device at a blurry eye chart..
The ultracapacitor clicks into place and molds seemlessly into the mangoFONE's
obsidian unibody. As it does so, the phone ripples with new found energy,
humming a bass note so low that it shakes your intestines.
the man mashes a couple buttons.
"Now, where were we? Ultimate warrior...irony...downfall of American
industry...ah yes, we were talking about your demise -- the first victim in a
wave of necessary deaths that will ripple out from both your nation's capital
and from my base in West Ispharistan. Surely, you realize that I, Professor
Igneous, am behind the war in Ispharistan -- I have studiously cultivated two
decades of conflict to hone my mercenaries there to a fine edge. And yes, I am
also behind the Québecois. That didn't work out as explosively as one would
have wished."
Original issue reported on code.google.com by dhakajack on 14 Feb 2012 at 2:53
Original issue reported on code.google.com by
dhakajack
on 14 Feb 2012 at 2:53