McFist had a plan that could change everything. As in, getting himself a power of his choosing and setting The Sorcerer free.
“Viceroy, do you have a minute?” Hannibal McFist asked his worker.
The tall and skinny man stops building his new weapon and replies in his high pitched voice, “Yes Hannibal.”
“Good, cause I been thinking and I think I have the perfect plan to finally destroy the ninja. But Slowly! McFist says, but rather evilly at the word slowly. While shaking his robotic hand in the air to show how great his plan will sound.
Viceroy was speechless. He did have a great plan at destroying the ninja, but knew that it might not work. So he stepped away from his working table with a half-finished robot on top and sat down in a too large plastic chair that left room for Mcfist to squeeze in it with him, but he stayed standing up.
Viceroy was too speechless to ask of the plan for a while. He just sat there with a surprised look on his face. Thinking, ‘How could he think of a brilliant plan when he barely thinks at all?’
“Well? Do you want to know the plan at all?” McFist asked. He was a burly man. Not too big, not too fat. He has blonde hair with a long mustache. He has a robotic arm with a brain in it from an accident he doesn’t want to talk about, and a bad tamper!
Viceroy sighed and finally asked, “And what will that plan be?” Viceroy asked still in shock but also suspiciously.
Mcfist just smiles an evil grin that made Viceroy think, ‘Oh No!’ And said, “ Two words Viceroy; Incurable Poison!”