Originally Posted by
Lord Magtok
Main Room
Magtok smirks right back at Pink. "I only need three words to counter that entire argument, henchie. 'Last Christmas. Ilpholin.' Check and mate, darling. Check and fudging mate."
He changes the channel on the TV a few times with a cruel grin. "Plenty of 'normals' willing to experiment, from what I've heard. Just have to find someone, sane or otherwise, who doesn't make me want to shoot myself or run away if and when they try to flirt."
He pauses thoughtfully, before taking a gun out from his robe and rotating it about in his hand while mulling something over. "Hrm...speaking of which, do you know if that whole 'I'll kill anyone who hurts Pink' shadowcaster girl is still around? I was kinda wondering if your brainmeats were the same color as your name, and well..." Maggy's just trying to mess with her, maybe prompt her to run away screaming and forfeit while he's still leading by one point in this argument.