The Sands Gala was in the Nov/Dec 2015 turn, basically at the end of the year.
DoofQuest- a Disney Villains Victorious CK2-Style Quest
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The Sands Gala was in the Nov/Dec 2015 turn, basically at the end of the year.
Olivebirdy
mook.
Oh absolutely, I'm definitely on board for getting the Doofenshmirtz Evil Space Program up and running next turn.
If we do that, we might get a bonus on Flubber campaigning with access to satellite pictures of Hawaii, allowing us to get Flubber Antigravity. Hopefully discrediting Hawk helps too, since otherwise we'd need to Overclock TECHNOR in order to not have bad odds at campaigning.
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The government will just say that those pictures are faked and get upset at us. It sounds like the least diplomatic way we could possibly go about it.
Olivebirdy
mook.
We could have Kitsune blame it all on the discredited Agent Hawk?
It's probably not a great idea to just thumb our noses at the federal government quite that directly. We're probably better off working with them on a story, say - after we've finished Cloaking Technology? After all, if there is technology to disguise what things look like, it might be possible that an early test of some sort of shield/cloaking done by another party only made it look like Flubber had destroyed Hawaii, with Doofenshmirtz, in collaboration with the Feds, eventually figuring out that Hawaii was still there, and how to disable the technology, allowing Hawaii to rejoin the rest of the world.
(This would probably require us making nice with the GalFed, eventually).
Again.
The government will just say that we faked it, the public will get mad at us for obviously lying, and the government will get mad at us for risking revealing the aliens.
Oh, and the other Kings will think of us as less trustworthy because they all benefit from the Masquerade.
Lab_Accident
A 2D 1D4
- Location
- Your dreams
Considering some of the stuff he gets up to that shouldn't even work, I'm tempted to give him a pass. The man is like the Doofenshmirtz of genetics, cheerfully ignoring how genetics is supposed to work.
Don't we have an action to give our personal attention to a project? I think it allows a reroll in case of failure or just straight-out gives bonus dice? Because being allowed to collaborate with our Science minions on projects would be fun.
Doesn't work. Government spread the lie about Hawaii because it's full of aliens and they don't want THAT getting out. Of course, the man/creature/thing in charge of those aliens? Pleakley.
Actually, if we intermediated a discussion with Pleakley for the feds, it might solve a lot of our problems?
- Location
- Who knows?
I'm actually very Meh on getting ourselves into the space race. Right now we're doing AI, entertainment and food. Would rather focus on terrestrial stuff instead of poking our noses into space.
- Location
- The City of Tears, Hallownest
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I'm pretty sure its Roll twice and take the better roll, but that might just be Hornet quest, and it might be reroll in case of failure.
Mattman324
you expected some anime, non-IRL giant robot, eh?
- Location
- Working in the basement on my giant robot.
Isn't he one of those "next step in evolution" types though? I never trust those guys, they either don't know genetics or don't know conversational English.
(Especially when our resident super-geneticist Jumba wouldn't even bother making such a mistake, many of his experiments are sidegrades and the only "next steps" are because of exceedingly small incremental boosts in ability)
- Location
- Wherever I feel like being
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Yeah, he kind of went completely psycho in his series. He basically created hybrid clones of the team he was sponsoring, mixing them with various animal species, with the intent to create a race to surpass and supplant humanity.
Mattman324
you expected some anime, non-IRL giant robot, eh?
- Location
- Working in the basement on my giant robot.
Incredible reason to not let him build us our power armor if you ask me.
- Location
- California
So is that a no on using him for genetics?
- Location
- Landland USA
We should use him. Just... let's boost his loyalty before letting him work on personal projects.
- Location
- Wherever I feel like being
- Pronouns
- He/Him
It's more likely to be a side project for him, a personal action. Anything he works on for a national action is going to be under pretty heavy scrutiny.
Olivebirdy
mook.
I think personal attention gives the better of two rolls, yes.
So, we're not allowed to give away the existence of Hawaii, maybe we could just throw doubt on the idea that its 'disappearance' was Flubber-related?
AI: We're doing well with it, but we're at about the same level as Kronos or Funtelligence. Doom's Cogs and ???'s robots are almost equal to our Norms.
Entertainment: Actually, I think we are ahead of everyone else. We've got Toons and Disney, are working on our musical and Dance Magic. I don't think any of our competitors are doing anything fun.
So, we're not allowed to give away the existence of Hawaii, maybe we could just throw doubt on the idea that its 'disappearance' was Flubber-related?
We've got stiff competition for food. Toffee and Sycorax have corn and genetically-engineered rice, we have dinosaurs, rats and crickets, Xanatos has Chef Skinner. It's not like we're ahead on that.
AI: We're doing well with it, but we're at about the same level as Kronos or Funtelligence. Doom's Cogs and ???'s robots are almost equal to our Norms.
Entertainment: Actually, I think we are ahead of everyone else. We've got Toons and Disney, are working on our musical and Dance Magic. I don't think any of our competitors are doing anything fun.
Interlude: Moolah and Magic- Dead Man's Party
- Location
- Pennsylvania
You would like to say that Halloween dawned bright and early, but you were forced to wake up well before the sun did in order to accommodate the time zone difference between the central US and New York. Max and Vanessa were utter nightmares to drag out of bed- you never knew that your little visigoth pumpkin could punch so hard!
Janna, on the other hand, seemed unusually chipper for someone up at this ungodly hour of the morning. "What gives?" you asked through a yawn, climbing into the driver's seat for your shiny new jet car. "How are you so functional at this horrible hour?"
"Tried one of those new coffee machines." Janna answers evenly. "Brewed myself a potion of wakefulness."
"Isn't that just… coffee?" you question.
"No!" Feldrake squawks. "They're imported ingredients! It makes a difference!"
"Ugh, whatever." You groan. "Just get in the flying car while I go find Agent R- Russ!" You finish, as the man himself is already in the back seat, sipping a Nightstone coffee.
"Doctor. Vanessa. Max. Janna." The spy guy responds respectfully.
"So." Janna says, sizing up the man even as she joins him in the back seat. "You're Doof's pet spook huh? You don't seem so sneaky."
"Oh?" Russ tilts his head. "Why do you say that?"
"Because I've already got yo' wallet." Janna grins, holding up a thin leather case. Oh no. Of course Janna would feel the need to test the secre-
"Do you now?" Russ replied.
"Yeah, I-" Janna opened the wallet to reveal nothing but three quarters and a coupon for free unlimited soda at Pizza Planet. She stared at it for a second.
"...well played."
Max and Vanessa seem to relax slightly as they realize Agent Russ knows his stuff. Come to think of it, both of them have had some rough experiences with magic in the last month or two, so hopefully this will be a good chance to let both of them experience some more mystical positives.
---
Five hours later, you think you're beginning to see why this jet car hasn't hit the mass production stage yet. Sure, the seats are comfortable and the air conditioning is great, but flying across the country is so boring. You don't even get to see all the sights like you would when you're driving! That, and there's a miniature nuclear reactor in the back that powers the craft, but you're not one to judge on that sort of thing.
Vanessa is catching up on whatever it is she does on the phone while Max is napping in the backseat. Feldrake was slotted in through the cupholder after telling Leopold to 'catch up', and Janna and Russ appear to be having a weird conversation that seems to mostly consist of Janna trying to run up against the edges of what Russ will and will not admit is classified.
"So you're saying aliens definitely exist."
"Janna. You work with an alien."
"Yeah, but you wouldn't be so evasive if that was all the aliens there were! There's gotta be other aliens."
"You can choose to believe that if you wish."
"Nice cop out."
"I try."
"So, what'd the aliens offer you guys to cover up Roswell?"
Russ blinks. "How did you know Roswell was real?"
"You just told me."
"Mmh."
---
It's nearly noon by the time you finally see New York City appearing over the horizon. It's about time, too. You've been driving for almost six hours straight and the indistinct land below you is blurring together.
"You might want to turn on the radio, Doctor." Russ mentions from the backseat.
"Hm? Oh, good idea! We could do with some music in here." With the flick of a switch, the ominous tones of Bach's Toccata and Fugue in D minor fill the car, shocking Vanessa out of her reverie and putting a stop to Janna's quibbling with Feldrake.
"...I meant the two-way radio."
"Eh? What for?"
"...so you can call JFK Airport and let the FAA know you've arrived?"
"FAA? What's that, one of your three-letter organizations?" You vaguely remember hearing something about that before, but it's been six hours since you had any coffee and you're starting to get cramped from driving for so long.
"Doofenshmirtz." Agent Russ said slowly. "Did you tell air traffic control you would be piloting an experimental flying vehicle into New York City airspace?"
Just as you start your descent into the city, a squadron of flying gargoyle bots surrounds you. There are at least fifteen of them, all matching the jet car's speed with apparent ease. Fortunately none of them are readying weapons, but-
"Ah, Dr. Doofenshmirtz. I appreciate a desire to arrive in style, but a bit of warning might not go amiss next time. You know how officials can get." Xanatos' slightly tinny voice issues from your radio.
"Oh, do I." You agree, as Agent Russ grumbles for some odd reason.
With that little bit of unpleasantness taken care of, you spend a few minutes on your phone looking for a good parking garage and proceed to land the jet car directly on the top floor without paying the $42 parking fee! That'll show anyone who said you weren't evil!
You get a lot of grumbling from Max and Vanessa once they pull themselves out of the vehicle over how they haven't had any coffee or breakfast. Agent Russ remains as professional as always, and Janna is equally ready to proceed, looking out over the city with a vaguely bemused look on her face. "I sure hope the guys in charge of this brought something good. I'd hate to make the trip for mom's old ouija board."
"It'd be an embarrassment if they called an auction on Halloween without at least three or four horribly cursed artifacts." Feldrake responds.
You're prepared to walk all the way to the Magus Bazaar, by which you mean the subway, apparently, but down at the bottom of the parking garage (ignoring the dirty look from the man in the booth), you're met with a limousine pulling up for you at the curb, the chauffeur standing on the sidewalk with a miniature sign that reads 'Dr. Doofenshmirtz.' Ooh, how exciting! You've always wanted to get picked up by a chauffeur!
David Xanatos is already waiting for you inside the limo, wearing a suit that looks dignified without coming across as too ostentatious. A man with neatly combed blonde hair and a pair of wire-rim glasses is sitting next to him
Learning Check: Who is this neatly dressed man?
DC 90 needed: 22+38+18+10+7=95
Success!
That's Owen Burnett, Xanatos' right-hand man… whose right hand seems to be replaced by some sort of weird prosthesis. It's clenched into the shape of a fist and looks like it's made out of metal or stone or something.
"Ah, Dr. Doofenshmirtz," Xanatos comments warmly as you climb into the car, his eyes flickering over the rest of your group. "And associates."
"David Xanatos! Good to finally meet you face to face. This is my daughter Vanessa, and her friends Janna and Max. She's been asking to go to New York for ages so I decided to turn things into a little trip. Don't worry, they're all on the up-and-up. And this is my employee, Agent Russ. I uh… I'm not actually sure what his first name is."
Russ nods neutrally, apparently seeing no reason to inform you. Max and Vanessa greet the most powerful man on the East Coast while Janna seems to be sizing him and his aide-de-camp up, like she does most of the people she meets.
"What happened to your arm?" She asks Owen without any preamble.
"An unfortunate accident. I prefer not to talk about it." He replies in one of the most bland voices you have ever heard.
"Dude, I'm carrying a magic duck staff." Janna replies, waving Feldrake around a bit. "You can tell me if it's cursed."
Intrigue Check: Does Xanatos react to anyone in any way?
DC 130 needed: 66+14+38+10+5+7=140
Success!
There's no sort of reaction of any kind on Xanatos' face, but you notice that his gaze lingers on Janna and Russ for a few fractions of a second longer than your other members. You feel a twinge of annoyance at seeing Vanessa ignored, but it seems like Xanatos is pretty darn good at reading who knows their spooky scary stuff and who doesn't, since if he was just going off youth he would have ignored Janna, and if he was just going off the obvious he would have ignored Russ. You doubt that you'd have noticed if you weren't explicitly looking for it, and even then, you might've gotten lucky.
"I'm glad you were able to make it, doctor."
---
Now's your chance to talk to Xanatos for a bit, before the auction really gets started. You cam think of a few things that you could bring up. First, you've been considering working with Xanatos more closely, and possibly feeling him out for a larger-scale cooperation between you, him and Shego. Second, Xanatos is the most magic-y guy you know who probably isn't trying to kill you, and it might be a good idea to tell him about the most magic-y person you know who probably is trying to kill you. And lastly, since you have no idea what the heck that Celena was talking about, maybe he could help with that too.
…so what will it be?
Toffee
[ ] Tell Xanatos everything you know about Toffee
[ ] Allude to Toffee being a problem
[ ] Don't mention Toffee at all
Celena's prophecy
[ ] Tell Xanatos Celena's prophecy verbatim
[ ] Share the vague details of Celena's prophecy
[ ] Don't mention the prophecy
Shego
[ ] Immediately launch into your vague and convoluted plans for a three-part alliance
[ ] Ask Xanatos what he thinks about Shego
[ ] Don't mention Shego
Temujin Dinosaur Mount Vote
[ ] Utahraptor- While certain other dinosaur creators out there might be willing to change the name because it sounds cooler, you have more integrity than that! Plus, Utah is one of your home states. You did let a little Velociraptor DNA get in here though, just for the Mongolian rep. About the size of a well-fed warhorse and exceptionally carnivorous, this thing seems a worthy steed.
[ ] Parasaurolophus
While herbivorous, the Parasaurolophus appears to have been/be a fairly violent animal, rather like hippos or bull elephants. Along with its massive dorsal crest, this thing should slam through the competition fairly easily.
[ ] Hybrid dinosaur horse
The good news is that this will require very little extra training on Khan's part. Also, it's a horse with scales and a raptor head. It's pretty metal dude.
Choose only one option under each category. There will be a two hour moratorium on voting. Please vote in plan format for the ease of tallying votes.
Janna, on the other hand, seemed unusually chipper for someone up at this ungodly hour of the morning. "What gives?" you asked through a yawn, climbing into the driver's seat for your shiny new jet car. "How are you so functional at this horrible hour?"
"Tried one of those new coffee machines." Janna answers evenly. "Brewed myself a potion of wakefulness."
"Isn't that just… coffee?" you question.
"No!" Feldrake squawks. "They're imported ingredients! It makes a difference!"
"Ugh, whatever." You groan. "Just get in the flying car while I go find Agent R- Russ!" You finish, as the man himself is already in the back seat, sipping a Nightstone coffee.
"Doctor. Vanessa. Max. Janna." The spy guy responds respectfully.
"So." Janna says, sizing up the man even as she joins him in the back seat. "You're Doof's pet spook huh? You don't seem so sneaky."
"Oh?" Russ tilts his head. "Why do you say that?"
"Because I've already got yo' wallet." Janna grins, holding up a thin leather case. Oh no. Of course Janna would feel the need to test the secre-
"Do you now?" Russ replied.
"Yeah, I-" Janna opened the wallet to reveal nothing but three quarters and a coupon for free unlimited soda at Pizza Planet. She stared at it for a second.
"...well played."
Max and Vanessa seem to relax slightly as they realize Agent Russ knows his stuff. Come to think of it, both of them have had some rough experiences with magic in the last month or two, so hopefully this will be a good chance to let both of them experience some more mystical positives.
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Five hours later, you think you're beginning to see why this jet car hasn't hit the mass production stage yet. Sure, the seats are comfortable and the air conditioning is great, but flying across the country is so boring. You don't even get to see all the sights like you would when you're driving! That, and there's a miniature nuclear reactor in the back that powers the craft, but you're not one to judge on that sort of thing.
Vanessa is catching up on whatever it is she does on the phone while Max is napping in the backseat. Feldrake was slotted in through the cupholder after telling Leopold to 'catch up', and Janna and Russ appear to be having a weird conversation that seems to mostly consist of Janna trying to run up against the edges of what Russ will and will not admit is classified.
"So you're saying aliens definitely exist."
"Janna. You work with an alien."
"Yeah, but you wouldn't be so evasive if that was all the aliens there were! There's gotta be other aliens."
"You can choose to believe that if you wish."
"Nice cop out."
"I try."
"So, what'd the aliens offer you guys to cover up Roswell?"
Russ blinks. "How did you know Roswell was real?"
"You just told me."
"Mmh."
---
It's nearly noon by the time you finally see New York City appearing over the horizon. It's about time, too. You've been driving for almost six hours straight and the indistinct land below you is blurring together.
"You might want to turn on the radio, Doctor." Russ mentions from the backseat.
"Hm? Oh, good idea! We could do with some music in here." With the flick of a switch, the ominous tones of Bach's Toccata and Fugue in D minor fill the car, shocking Vanessa out of her reverie and putting a stop to Janna's quibbling with Feldrake.
"...I meant the two-way radio."
"Eh? What for?"
"...so you can call JFK Airport and let the FAA know you've arrived?"
"FAA? What's that, one of your three-letter organizations?" You vaguely remember hearing something about that before, but it's been six hours since you had any coffee and you're starting to get cramped from driving for so long.
"Doofenshmirtz." Agent Russ said slowly. "Did you tell air traffic control you would be piloting an experimental flying vehicle into New York City airspace?"
Just as you start your descent into the city, a squadron of flying gargoyle bots surrounds you. There are at least fifteen of them, all matching the jet car's speed with apparent ease. Fortunately none of them are readying weapons, but-
"Ah, Dr. Doofenshmirtz. I appreciate a desire to arrive in style, but a bit of warning might not go amiss next time. You know how officials can get." Xanatos' slightly tinny voice issues from your radio.
"Oh, do I." You agree, as Agent Russ grumbles for some odd reason.
With that little bit of unpleasantness taken care of, you spend a few minutes on your phone looking for a good parking garage and proceed to land the jet car directly on the top floor without paying the $42 parking fee! That'll show anyone who said you weren't evil!
You get a lot of grumbling from Max and Vanessa once they pull themselves out of the vehicle over how they haven't had any coffee or breakfast. Agent Russ remains as professional as always, and Janna is equally ready to proceed, looking out over the city with a vaguely bemused look on her face. "I sure hope the guys in charge of this brought something good. I'd hate to make the trip for mom's old ouija board."
"It'd be an embarrassment if they called an auction on Halloween without at least three or four horribly cursed artifacts." Feldrake responds.
You're prepared to walk all the way to the Magus Bazaar, by which you mean the subway, apparently, but down at the bottom of the parking garage (ignoring the dirty look from the man in the booth), you're met with a limousine pulling up for you at the curb, the chauffeur standing on the sidewalk with a miniature sign that reads 'Dr. Doofenshmirtz.' Ooh, how exciting! You've always wanted to get picked up by a chauffeur!
David Xanatos is already waiting for you inside the limo, wearing a suit that looks dignified without coming across as too ostentatious. A man with neatly combed blonde hair and a pair of wire-rim glasses is sitting next to him
Learning Check: Who is this neatly dressed man?
DC 90 needed: 22+38+18+10+7=95
Success!
That's Owen Burnett, Xanatos' right-hand man… whose right hand seems to be replaced by some sort of weird prosthesis. It's clenched into the shape of a fist and looks like it's made out of metal or stone or something.
"Ah, Dr. Doofenshmirtz," Xanatos comments warmly as you climb into the car, his eyes flickering over the rest of your group. "And associates."
"David Xanatos! Good to finally meet you face to face. This is my daughter Vanessa, and her friends Janna and Max. She's been asking to go to New York for ages so I decided to turn things into a little trip. Don't worry, they're all on the up-and-up. And this is my employee, Agent Russ. I uh… I'm not actually sure what his first name is."
Russ nods neutrally, apparently seeing no reason to inform you. Max and Vanessa greet the most powerful man on the East Coast while Janna seems to be sizing him and his aide-de-camp up, like she does most of the people she meets.
"What happened to your arm?" She asks Owen without any preamble.
"An unfortunate accident. I prefer not to talk about it." He replies in one of the most bland voices you have ever heard.
"Dude, I'm carrying a magic duck staff." Janna replies, waving Feldrake around a bit. "You can tell me if it's cursed."
Intrigue Check: Does Xanatos react to anyone in any way?
DC 130 needed: 66+14+38+10+5+7=140
Success!
There's no sort of reaction of any kind on Xanatos' face, but you notice that his gaze lingers on Janna and Russ for a few fractions of a second longer than your other members. You feel a twinge of annoyance at seeing Vanessa ignored, but it seems like Xanatos is pretty darn good at reading who knows their spooky scary stuff and who doesn't, since if he was just going off youth he would have ignored Janna, and if he was just going off the obvious he would have ignored Russ. You doubt that you'd have noticed if you weren't explicitly looking for it, and even then, you might've gotten lucky.
"I'm glad you were able to make it, doctor."
---
Now's your chance to talk to Xanatos for a bit, before the auction really gets started. You cam think of a few things that you could bring up. First, you've been considering working with Xanatos more closely, and possibly feeling him out for a larger-scale cooperation between you, him and Shego. Second, Xanatos is the most magic-y guy you know who probably isn't trying to kill you, and it might be a good idea to tell him about the most magic-y person you know who probably is trying to kill you. And lastly, since you have no idea what the heck that Celena was talking about, maybe he could help with that too.
…so what will it be?
Toffee
[ ] Tell Xanatos everything you know about Toffee
[ ] Allude to Toffee being a problem
[ ] Don't mention Toffee at all
Celena's prophecy
[ ] Tell Xanatos Celena's prophecy verbatim
[ ] Share the vague details of Celena's prophecy
[ ] Don't mention the prophecy
Shego
[ ] Immediately launch into your vague and convoluted plans for a three-part alliance
[ ] Ask Xanatos what he thinks about Shego
[ ] Don't mention Shego
Temujin Dinosaur Mount Vote
[ ] Utahraptor- While certain other dinosaur creators out there might be willing to change the name because it sounds cooler, you have more integrity than that! Plus, Utah is one of your home states. You did let a little Velociraptor DNA get in here though, just for the Mongolian rep. About the size of a well-fed warhorse and exceptionally carnivorous, this thing seems a worthy steed.
[ ] Parasaurolophus
While herbivorous, the Parasaurolophus appears to have been/be a fairly violent animal, rather like hippos or bull elephants. Along with its massive dorsal crest, this thing should slam through the competition fairly easily.
[ ] Hybrid dinosaur horse
The good news is that this will require very little extra training on Khan's part. Also, it's a horse with scales and a raptor head. It's pretty metal dude.
Choose only one option under each category. There will be a two hour moratorium on voting. Please vote in plan format for the ease of tallying votes.
ADeshantis
King on the Chromium Throne
- Location
- United states
Look, we have to get the Utahraptor. We need to represent the tri-state area!
ReaperofInterest
Herald of Disaster
Hmm...gotta say, I'm kind of in favor of full disclosure with Xanatos. The dude's pretty smart and might have already been looking into Toffee, so he seems like he'll be able to provide more aid if we give him more information.
- Location
- Southampton, Great Britain
- Pronouns
- He/Him
My initial thoughts are to tell him everything about Toffee and Celena's prophecy, but go for the middle option about Shego so we can feel him out first before bringing up anything with more commitment behind it. No stance on the Dinosaur vote.
- Location
- Chile
Telling him everything about Tofee depends on wherever Xanatos would be willing to ally himself with him.
I think we should give him the full profecy, since he's not the type to follow it blindly and get everyone screwed by it.
And just testing how he feels about Shego seems like the most reasonaly thing.
I also want to go with the Utahraptor, since it seems like the dino with the best movility.
I think we should give him the full profecy, since he's not the type to follow it blindly and get everyone screwed by it.
And just testing how he feels about Shego seems like the most reasonaly thing.
I also want to go with the Utahraptor, since it seems like the dino with the best movility.
- Location
- Who knows?
Ehhh I'm not sure about going all out on Toffee. What do we know that would make Xanatos care? We don't know the whole "now hated humans as a whole" thing and what we do know (he fucked with Janna's life and friends) isn't really gonna stir him as much as Doof. As for prophecy the term "selfullfilling" comes into mind. Definitely be mire subtle re Shego, the "tell all option" outright states how pie in the sky it is.
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- Location
- Southampton, Great Britain
- Pronouns
- He/Him
No voting for two hours and when we do, it will be in plan.
- Location
- USA
[] Plan: Doofenshmirtz Diplomacy
-[] Allude to Toffee being a problem
-[] Tell Xanatos Celena's prophecy verbatim
-[] Ask Xanatos what he thinks about Shego
-[] Utahraptor
Might change to "[] Don't mention Shego"
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