No matter how many times you save the world, it always manages to get back in jeopardy again. Sometimes we just want it to stay saved! You know, for a little bit? We feel like the maid; we just cleaned up this mess! Can we keep it clean, for 10 minutes?
So now we're in deep trouble. We mean, one more jolt of this death ray, and we're an epitaph. Somehow we manage to find cover, and what does Baron von Ruthless do? He starts monologuing! He starts like, this prepared speech about how feeble we are compared to him, how inevitable our defeat is, how the world will soon be his, yadda yadda yadda. Just yammering. We mean, the guy has us on a platter, and he won't shut up!
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