Re: [Nexus] Council
"Twenty minutes, then."
Magtok gladly embraces the opportunity to get the fudge out of that messy explosion of political mayhem. He kicks his chair away from the table, cracks open a can of MagCola, and lets out a sigh of relief, before picking himself up and heading towards the door.
"Your soul is a appalling dump heap
Overflowing with the most disgraceful
Assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots!"
Grinchtok by Mr. Saturn