Six: In which Klaus Feels Better than Good, he Feels GRRRREAT!
[Klaus can't help it; he's always had a sweet tooth.
So he puts the candy on his waffles because clearly he is trying to rot his teeth out his face as fast as possible. They taste rather sour, but he has an extremely refined sense of taste when it comes to waffles and thus is perfectly fine with that.
Ten minutes later, he's blown up half the kitchen. Sleipnir? That microwave you wanted? Yeah. The pieces of it that aren't burning holes in things are stuck in the ceiling. Housemates (and pretty much anyone up and down Anderson Lane) can hear maniacal, uncontrolled laughter. You see, the candy did not make Klaus into an evil mad scientist. He already was one. The candy did not make him want to take over Mayfield. He already did. The candy merely gave him access to the Madness Place, and boy, is he mad.
So hey, Mayfield, have a phonecall. If this voice being broadcast to you were a door, it would be swinging crazily off its hinges. Hell, it wouldn't even have hinges.]
I, Baron Klaus Wulfenbach, now make an open declaration to the people of Mayfield! Too long have we suffered under the oppression of all that is wholesome and sweet and American! My rival, the Empress, would have you believe that she can bring about change through her powers of cuteness alone -- this is nonsense! NONSENSE!
Only I can fix this blasted hellhole, even if I have to KILL EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU TO DO IT! Don't worry. I can bring you back. ♥
I shall unveil my plan within the next twenty-four hours -- until then, DON'T MAKE ME COME OVER THERE!
[Click.]
So he puts the candy on his waffles because clearly he is trying to rot his teeth out his face as fast as possible. They taste rather sour, but he has an extremely refined sense of taste when it comes to waffles and thus is perfectly fine with that.
Ten minutes later, he's blown up half the kitchen. Sleipnir? That microwave you wanted? Yeah. The pieces of it that aren't burning holes in things are stuck in the ceiling. Housemates (and pretty much anyone up and down Anderson Lane) can hear maniacal, uncontrolled laughter. You see, the candy did not make Klaus into an evil mad scientist. He already was one. The candy did not make him want to take over Mayfield. He already did. The candy merely gave him access to the Madness Place, and boy, is he mad.
So hey, Mayfield, have a phonecall. If this voice being broadcast to you were a door, it would be swinging crazily off its hinges. Hell, it wouldn't even have hinges.]
I, Baron Klaus Wulfenbach, now make an open declaration to the people of Mayfield! Too long have we suffered under the oppression of all that is wholesome and sweet and American! My rival, the Empress, would have you believe that she can bring about change through her powers of cuteness alone -- this is nonsense! NONSENSE!
Only I can fix this blasted hellhole, even if I have to KILL EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU TO DO IT! Don't worry. I can bring you back. ♥
I shall unveil my plan within the next twenty-four hours -- until then, DON'T MAKE ME COME OVER THERE!
[Click.]