ϟ 5th Plan -> [Audio - SEALED to the Staff]

[notpredictable]

Oh, magnanimous staff that has been ever so gracious in housing all of us soul sucking leeches in your humble abode - may I have your attention?

Please.

[Ugh. This is mortifying. MORTIFYING DO YOU HEAR?]

I have a...request...if you will. [He clears his throat.]

I am in need of scrap metal. Any scrap metal that you have would be appreciated, I don't

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[Audio]

[blackantiquas]

[On Rem's end, there's a quiet noise of amusement.]

We are lacking any such vehicles. It is, honestly, for the best.

However, I might well be able to find scraps for you. The question, then, is what might you be able to provide in exchange?

[Audio]

[notpredictable]

A statement lacquered entirely with sarcasm, I assure you.

[Provide in exchange--

WHAT, his asking 'nicely' wasn't GOOD ENOUGH?]

Excha--

[Hold it...hold it in...]

What.

Were. You looking for.

[Audio]

[blackantiquas]

I request assistance clearing dust from the library. It is a most time-consuming process, even for me; I am but one person.

If you promise me this, I will find you your metal.

[Audio]

[notpredictable]

. . .

[B|]

You want--

[This is a clear struggle for the villain, and he is silently thanking Zeus or Athena or God or WHOEVER this isn't video because he is mocking beating the book against the wall. Rem, you can probably hear the whooshing of air.]

You want me.

[His voice sounds the tiniest bit strangled.]

Megamind. [Criminal Genius, master of all villainy - inventor of the Dehydration gun and half of what you see in Modern Science under a fake name--]

Me.

To dust.