Dr. Damion was indeed in mixed feelings, he had captured almost all the recruits from the resistance, but Lost captivity of Private and 6 other recruits. He then refocused his goals, it was time for a new plan. "I have an excellent idea," a dit Dr. Damion, getting up from his chair and heading to his security room. He entered the room and saw Johnston sitting in his chair of the security room, he spun it around so quickly that Johnston screamed. "Aaaahhh!!! Good afternoon Doctor!!" a dit Johnston surprised. "I'm going to leave for now Johnston to bring back the preserved minds of the plus récent geniuses of modern time," a dit Dr. Damion, grabbing Johnston close to him. "Alright sir," a dit Johnston, trembling. "While I'm gone, I need toi to watch things for me, and also make sure no infiltrations of the Resistance make it here," a dit Dr. Damion specifically. "Aye sir!! I won't fail you!!" saluted Johnston. Dr. Damion then threw him back onto the chair and headed off to a shed with a wide door leading outside, inside the shed was a single spacecraft that was built to hold 4 people inside. "You see Kowalski, even I mastered l’espace travel," a dit Dr. Damion, smiling in his charmingly evil grin.
The spacecraft first landed in Pennsylvania's Morgue, where the brain of Albert Einstein was supposedly held, Dr. Damion landed here to begin his scavenger hunt. He walked into the preserving room, carefully walking through broken glass and debris, he saw his treasure. The Brain of Albert Einstein, in several cranial hemisphere pieces, but preserved so beautifully even to this extent of time. He picked up the preserving jar holding the marvelous brain, and smiled. "Within this jar, I, Doctor Ignatious Damion Keller, hold the first accounts of genius, the arguably most brilliant mind in the world, I shall uncover Albert Einstein's secrets, his thoughts, his high capabilities, the possibilities of how much I can achieve are endless!!!" yelled Dr. Damion, carefully taking the jar and putting it into the spacecraft's preserving specimens shelf, where it will be secure and safe, but in the wrong flippers. He started up the craft, preparing for Buffalo, New York. "Before this jour is done, I will have the brains of superminds such as Albert Einstein, Vladimir Lenin, and the miraculous Stephen Hawking," a dit Dr. Damion, smiling greatly with pride.
"Private, pass the beefsteak rations," a dit Alvandier. "Aye sir!!" saluted Private, opening a large bucket of what looked like dried up cacao powder. "This is beefsteak?" asked Julien. "Ah, but that's where you're wrong King Julien," a dit Kowalski. As a small pile of the powder was poured into each rebel's plates, Alvandier pushed a button, then small hoses added a single drop of water onto each plate of the rebels, on the powder, then suddenly, in the blink of an eye, it fizzes up and turned into a loaf of premium grilled beefsteaks. "Woah!!" shouted Lilly and Hannah. "I l’amour that response," a dit Kowalski. "Now men, enjoy the rations!!" shouted Alvandier. "Who'd a thought a ration in this army was an entire beefsteak with chicken tenders and water!!" yelled Private happily. "I wonder what a full meal is..." a dit King Julien. Then, everyone laughed at his comment. "Let's eat!!" yelled Hannah, tossing everyone a fork and a knife. Everyone soon started eating. The steak was indeed as delicious as it looked. It was a smoky flavor on the first bite, all the flavors would explode in your mouth, then inside, it was a juicy, tender, beef, grilled to a charred outer area, and tenderized on the inner areas. As for the chicken tenders, they were crispy on the outer skin, but so fleshy inside that it completed what the beefsteak didn't fill in.
"Oh my, this is delicious Alvandier, just that right hint of flavor ain't it?" asked Hannah. "I would like to thank Amadeus here for cooking this brilliant "just add water" food," a dit Alvandier, raising the cook's flipper high. "Eh, I'm glad we escaped that terrible place, it looks like we got a very good deal out of this after all," a dit Lilly. "Not yet, Dr. Damion, is still out there, we don't know what he's up to, but his plans are endless, the only way to stop him for good, is to completely terminate him, that's his only fear, and he knows it, death," a dit Kowalski. "Death is his only fear?" asked Private. "Indeed it is, he fears it plus than anything, he has studied several years of his life just trying to find the REAL Eternal Elixer. He expects to stop his aging par using any compatible organs from his victims, transplanting them as his, in fact, his left kidney and liver, aren't even his, they came from a poor female manchot, pingouin he used to have in his prison," a dit Kowalski. "Was that same female manchot, pingouin drowned to death?" asked Hannah. "Yes, it was," a dit Kowalski. "Oh my.... So if I'm captured this time, he'll kill me as well, then possibly rip out my lungs ou heart," a dit Hannah, clutching nervously at her chest in a sickening matter.
"Give me the brain already, toi worthless scum!!!" yelled Dr. Damion, kicking the Bear's head so roughly it snapped his neck. He laughed as his victim, who so desperately attempted to protect the brain of Stephen Hawking, had failed, but the ours did his damage as well. Dr. Damion saw blood dripping on the floor, and he knew it wasn't the Bear's blood. "Only a few minor lacerations, easily dealt with in my medical vicinity," a dit Damion, grabbing a gauze and wrapping up the slices on his side. "But just in case...." he thought, getting a transmission and sending "Kill the younger rebel and remove his liver, intestines, and spleen whenever I send toi this symbol: ¥" to Johnston. Dr. Damion then began his thoughts again. "How charming this universe is, how endless it seems, but what I want is humble compared to this endless rumble. I only want control of the Solar System, and possibly déplacer onto the galaxy, beginning my staging. I'm 46 years old, so I'm desperately aging. I live to be evil and my heart, oh yes, is blacker than the darkest, coldest, sheets of space. How beautiful it is, this life, this planet, why I like-....No, I l’amour the harmony of living things, how graceful, and charming, as my sharp accent, and peaceful as a mere blue sky. Until I come and take it all away, killing grace, stopping balance, and making the symbol of death, apparent in that blood red sky!!!" he sang harmoniously. "You'll never forget who I am, not ever, for I am what I am, and that would be.... Oh yes.... Me," he sang, with a slight laugh. He then looked around, checking for anything else, then headed back to his spacecraft, preparing for Moscow, Russia.
The spacecraft first landed in Pennsylvania's Morgue, where the brain of Albert Einstein was supposedly held, Dr. Damion landed here to begin his scavenger hunt. He walked into the preserving room, carefully walking through broken glass and debris, he saw his treasure. The Brain of Albert Einstein, in several cranial hemisphere pieces, but preserved so beautifully even to this extent of time. He picked up the preserving jar holding the marvelous brain, and smiled. "Within this jar, I, Doctor Ignatious Damion Keller, hold the first accounts of genius, the arguably most brilliant mind in the world, I shall uncover Albert Einstein's secrets, his thoughts, his high capabilities, the possibilities of how much I can achieve are endless!!!" yelled Dr. Damion, carefully taking the jar and putting it into the spacecraft's preserving specimens shelf, where it will be secure and safe, but in the wrong flippers. He started up the craft, preparing for Buffalo, New York. "Before this jour is done, I will have the brains of superminds such as Albert Einstein, Vladimir Lenin, and the miraculous Stephen Hawking," a dit Dr. Damion, smiling greatly with pride.
"Private, pass the beefsteak rations," a dit Alvandier. "Aye sir!!" saluted Private, opening a large bucket of what looked like dried up cacao powder. "This is beefsteak?" asked Julien. "Ah, but that's where you're wrong King Julien," a dit Kowalski. As a small pile of the powder was poured into each rebel's plates, Alvandier pushed a button, then small hoses added a single drop of water onto each plate of the rebels, on the powder, then suddenly, in the blink of an eye, it fizzes up and turned into a loaf of premium grilled beefsteaks. "Woah!!" shouted Lilly and Hannah. "I l’amour that response," a dit Kowalski. "Now men, enjoy the rations!!" shouted Alvandier. "Who'd a thought a ration in this army was an entire beefsteak with chicken tenders and water!!" yelled Private happily. "I wonder what a full meal is..." a dit King Julien. Then, everyone laughed at his comment. "Let's eat!!" yelled Hannah, tossing everyone a fork and a knife. Everyone soon started eating. The steak was indeed as delicious as it looked. It was a smoky flavor on the first bite, all the flavors would explode in your mouth, then inside, it was a juicy, tender, beef, grilled to a charred outer area, and tenderized on the inner areas. As for the chicken tenders, they were crispy on the outer skin, but so fleshy inside that it completed what the beefsteak didn't fill in.
"Oh my, this is delicious Alvandier, just that right hint of flavor ain't it?" asked Hannah. "I would like to thank Amadeus here for cooking this brilliant "just add water" food," a dit Alvandier, raising the cook's flipper high. "Eh, I'm glad we escaped that terrible place, it looks like we got a very good deal out of this after all," a dit Lilly. "Not yet, Dr. Damion, is still out there, we don't know what he's up to, but his plans are endless, the only way to stop him for good, is to completely terminate him, that's his only fear, and he knows it, death," a dit Kowalski. "Death is his only fear?" asked Private. "Indeed it is, he fears it plus than anything, he has studied several years of his life just trying to find the REAL Eternal Elixer. He expects to stop his aging par using any compatible organs from his victims, transplanting them as his, in fact, his left kidney and liver, aren't even his, they came from a poor female manchot, pingouin he used to have in his prison," a dit Kowalski. "Was that same female manchot, pingouin drowned to death?" asked Hannah. "Yes, it was," a dit Kowalski. "Oh my.... So if I'm captured this time, he'll kill me as well, then possibly rip out my lungs ou heart," a dit Hannah, clutching nervously at her chest in a sickening matter.
"Give me the brain already, toi worthless scum!!!" yelled Dr. Damion, kicking the Bear's head so roughly it snapped his neck. He laughed as his victim, who so desperately attempted to protect the brain of Stephen Hawking, had failed, but the ours did his damage as well. Dr. Damion saw blood dripping on the floor, and he knew it wasn't the Bear's blood. "Only a few minor lacerations, easily dealt with in my medical vicinity," a dit Damion, grabbing a gauze and wrapping up the slices on his side. "But just in case...." he thought, getting a transmission and sending "Kill the younger rebel and remove his liver, intestines, and spleen whenever I send toi this symbol: ¥" to Johnston. Dr. Damion then began his thoughts again. "How charming this universe is, how endless it seems, but what I want is humble compared to this endless rumble. I only want control of the Solar System, and possibly déplacer onto the galaxy, beginning my staging. I'm 46 years old, so I'm desperately aging. I live to be evil and my heart, oh yes, is blacker than the darkest, coldest, sheets of space. How beautiful it is, this life, this planet, why I like-....No, I l’amour the harmony of living things, how graceful, and charming, as my sharp accent, and peaceful as a mere blue sky. Until I come and take it all away, killing grace, stopping balance, and making the symbol of death, apparent in that blood red sky!!!" he sang harmoniously. "You'll never forget who I am, not ever, for I am what I am, and that would be.... Oh yes.... Me," he sang, with a slight laugh. He then looked around, checking for anything else, then headed back to his spacecraft, preparing for Moscow, Russia.
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