[ Oh buddy, if you only knew how waaaay over 30 he really is.
Anyway, he heard that, and he shoots Gustave a look that clearly says he doesn’t care if it was overkill or not. He’s having a bad day. Week. Life. Anyone getting in his way and being stupid about it is going to have to bear the brunt of it. ]
Oh, wonderful. Naught but Panorama’s best and brightest for us.
[ So they’re annoying and stupid, what a red letter day this is. While two of them seem to be wise enough to start doubting their odds, the head goon in charge looks ready to double down. A little persuasion is in order.
With a sigh to end all sighs, Emet-Selch raises a hand, snaps his fingers, and the landing is suddenly awash with purple light as a wall of glowing, circular portals appears before three men. In each portal there sits poised spears of purple light, aimed and ready to fly free. ]
Yes. [ Dry. ] I rather think you’re right.
[ That does it – and is admittedly just as overkill, so let it never be said that Emet-Selch does anything halfway. The three turn tail and flee, and Emet-Selch waves away the magic with a flippant gesture, like he’s shooing an insect. It all dissipates as if it had never been. ]
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Anyway, he heard that, and he shoots Gustave a look that clearly says he doesn’t care if it was overkill or not. He’s having a bad day. Week. Life. Anyone getting in his way and being stupid about it is going to have to bear the brunt of it. ]
Oh, wonderful. Naught but Panorama’s best and brightest for us.
[ So they’re annoying and stupid, what a red letter day this is. While two of them seem to be wise enough to start doubting their odds, the head goon in charge looks ready to double down. A little persuasion is in order.
With a sigh to end all sighs, Emet-Selch raises a hand, snaps his fingers, and the landing is suddenly awash with purple light as a wall of glowing, circular portals appears before three men. In each portal there sits poised spears of purple light, aimed and ready to fly free. ]
Yes. [ Dry. ] I rather think you’re right.
[ That does it – and is admittedly just as overkill, so let it never be said that Emet-Selch does anything halfway. The three turn tail and flee, and Emet-Selch waves away the magic with a flippant gesture, like he’s shooing an insect. It all dissipates as if it had never been. ]
You are unharmed, I trust.