“Good afternoon and thank you for calling Nefericorps, here
for all of your nefarious and diabolical needs. How may we help you today?”
“Uhhh, yes, hello. I was hoping to set up an encounter with
the Paladin?”
“Okay sir, we can set that up for you. What is your name and
what time frame were you looking at?”
“Ummm, yeah, right. Ummmm, I’m the Distributor, and I’m
hoping for a fight downtown next Wednesday?”
“The Distributor? Okay sir, let me just see if we can fit
you into the Paladin’s schedule. Hmmmmm……, well sir, it looks like the Paladin’s
next available time will be Thursday, June 19th, around, 2:15 am. Does that
work for you sir?”
“What? June? But that’s months from now! The tigers and
jellyfish will probably be dead by then. Not to mention that the summer city
bus schedule hasn’t been released yet!”
“I’m sorry sir, what did you say your name was again sir?”
“The Distributor!”
“I see, and what does that mean?”
“I don’t understand the question.”
“I mean, what’s your angle? What do you ‘distribute’?”
“Death and destruction! Fire and brimstone! Fire and ice!
Salt and pepper! Liver and onions! Whatever be your worst nightmare, you fool!”
“Liver and onions? So whatever people fear, you distribute”
“You got it buddy.”
“And exactly how do you ‘distribute’ these fears? Do you
carry a bottomless bag? Mental powers? And are things distributed evenly, or do
you just kind of wing it? Do you have a set plan that the hero can deduce in
order to get ahead of his crimes? Or do you just fly by the seat of your pants?
Speaking of which, what kind of crimes do you intend to commit? Even more
importantly, have you committed any crimes yet? Are you registered?”
“Registered? I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking
about. One of my henchmen is in charge of all paperwork, I’ll have to contact
HR and get back to you. As for crimes, I like to rob banks, menace the general
public, knock over seaside banana-stands and challenge heroes to epic battles!”
“Okay, any aspirations for world domination? Control over
reality or perhaps even the universe?”
“Nah. I’ll leave that to villains with ambition. I’ve seen
what happens to those guys and it’s not pretty. You’d be surprised at the
various shades of guts can come out of one person.”
“Yeah…., I bet. So you’re just a run-of-the-mill villain? So
we’re looking at about a Level 3 villain threat?”
“Well, I’m not that lame, I mean, I’ve got powers, I’m not
just some goofball in a costume. I’m at least a Level 3.5 or Level 4.”
“Powers? So are you a mutant? Altered human? Alien?
Time-traveler? Other? What did you fill out on the application form?”
“Well, I’m not entirely sure about that. I haven’t had a
chance to check. Let me do some brainstorming with my crew and I’ll have an
origin story for you.”
“You don’t have an origin story yet? Hmmmm, that will cost
you Mr. Dispenser. It will work against you for application acceptance.”
“The Distributor, you ninny! Listen you red-tape jack ass, I
can make your life miserable with a wave of my wand, or a wave of my hands, or
my ray gun, or lasers shooting from my forehead. We haven’t decided yet.
Whatever does best in the focus groups. I just want to fight the Paladin!”
“To be frank…. Mr. Distributor, did you say?”
“You know what my damn name is. And if I ever learn yours,
I’ll make sure that your skin will be flayed from your bones and I’ll make you
eat it!”
“Did I not introduce myself? I’m sorry sir. I should have
done that at the beginning of the conversation. I broke protocol. My name is
Gene and this call may be recorded for quality assurance purposes.”
“Whatever dude, jut set the encounter up for next week,
alright? My plans are pretty precise, very convoluted and the majority of it is
based on unbelievable luck for me and incredible stupidity from my enemies. It
took me months to plan, and if I can pull it off I’ll look better than Paul
Newman and Robert Redford in ‘The Sting’!”
“Well, as I was saying, guy, is that the Paladin has an
extremely busy schedule. When he’s not saving the city, the planet, or giving bullies
wedgies, he’s out in space, fighting alien menaces and the personification of
fear, anger and other elemental and Jungian archetypes. It’s all very stressful
and requires his complete attention. In the rare time when he isn’t doing battle,
he’s either at his favorite bar, getting super drunk, or getting some tail.
He’s a Level 13, and you’re just a Level 3.5 at most, (and that’s being
generous). He doesn’t really have time for a low-level villain such as
yourself, sir.”
“Come on Gene! There’s got to be something or somebody
available next week.”
“Let me check with my co-worker Mr. Brooks. Give me a moment
please.
Well, it looks like you’re in luck sir. If you’re willing, Professor Lord will be available next week.”
Well, it looks like you’re in luck sir. If you’re willing, Professor Lord will be available next week.”
“Professor Lord? That guy’s a chump. But beggars can’t be
choosers. Alright Gene, let me put my scheduler on the phone with you to work
out the details. And next time Gene, I swear to all that is a curse and blight
across this galaxy, that I will get what I demand and have better service!”
“Thank you Mr. Distributor. I hope that I have been helpful
today and met your nefarious needs. Feel free to call Nefericorps at any time
for future requirements.”
“But wait! Don’t hang up! I haven’t gotten the details yet!”
*CLICK*
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