[b]“All kidding aside, when you get a chance. You might want to find Stalin since I got my hands full. Don’t need him to get away.”[/b]

Seth shook his head, his grin remaining unchanged, "Ah... you too?" he replied, indicating that he, too, had run into complications. At first he thought it was just the Darkside, which would have been tedious but at least relatively painless to deal with. But no, it couldn't be that simple, could it? There always had to be a monkey wrench, apparently. This particular one took the form of a masked gentleman in a trench coat.

[b]"....Tick tock, goes the clock, but ching, ding, goes the grenade...Hissss, shing...goes the sword...and then boom, goes the horde.."[/b]

Surprisingly enough, the guy actually took out the Darkside for Seth, when the Nobody thought for sure they would be teaming up against him, "Is... is he speaking in nursery rhymes?" he cocked an eyebrow, this man was strange even by Seth's definition of the word. Regardless, Seth gave the interloper his usual chuckle, on top of never letting his wide, unsettling grin falter, "Well if boom goes the horde, then yawn yawn, I'm getting bored. See? I can do it too." the guy's creepy style of rhyme didn't sound half as scary when the Nobody just openly mocked it like that. Of course, for all Seth knew he was just pissing the stranger off.

"Whaddya say we just skip to the part where I give you a [i]bad time[/i]. I'm on a tight schedule here." Without him even needing to move or make any indication, Seth's Snipers began opening fire on the newcomer. This was usually pretty darn effective against most folks, since they typically let themselves be too focused on Seth himself to notice the actions of his Lesser Nobodies. Although the Nobody had a sneaking suspicion that this strange fellow in a top hat wasn't quite like most people.

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