[101] Being evil takes practice. // Video.

[stopthat_destro]

[The camera clicks on, suddenly and without warning, thanks to a lab mouse-- or, well, specifically, an electric lab mouse, because Rex BRILLIANTLY left the communicator too close to its cage, and the mouse's electrical pulses just... whatever, fake science, it turned on the communicator. Consider this revenge for the animal testing, Rex

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HAVE SOME DWIGHT! <3

[breadispoisoned]

COBRA COMMANDER! You will always lose to the Joes!

ohhh my god i laughed so hard

[darknessb4me]

I LOVE DWIGHT

[stopthat_destro]

[His head snaps up and he puts the mask back on, voice still all Chris Latta.] What?! Who are-- you don't know what you're talking about; go away!

[Click. Then a few moments later, the video suddenly turns on again.]

And no, I won't!

:D

[breadispoisoned]

I'm Dwight K. Schrute, volunteer sheriff deputy for Lackawanna County and Assistant to the Regional Manager of Dunder Mifflin, Scranton.

AND a purple belt.

You're never a match for the Joes! You always tell them your plan!

[dominie]

....Rex! Your communicator is on!

I do hope you made a fist while saying "COBRAAAA" [He rolls his "r".]

[stopthat_destro]

But I didn't turn it-- [gasp! The mouse. Rex glares at something off-screen and puts his ventilator on.]

I haven't. Should I make a fist?

[dominie]

Oh yes. Don't lift it all the way into the air, though. That's a touch hammy. But a fist is invariably required.

[stopthat_destro]

I don't imagine I'll be screaming "Cobra" very often. It was a test.

[doomimpending]

[What? We're laughing now? Okay.]

AHAHAAHAHAHHAHAAAA!

[stopthat_destro]

[Well, laughter is infectious. He continues to laugh, LOUDLY AND DRAMATICALY, before:]

Who are you?

[doomimpending]

[ohshit. COVER BLOWN.]

Ehhhh...no one.

[stopthat_destro]

That voice...

[WAIT!]

I remember you!

[barteredradio]

Um wow. Are you- are you getting help for that?

[stopthat_destro]

For...? [The laugh? His face? There are many things he may need help with.]

[barteredradio]

You're...laughing at nothing.

[stopthat_destro]

I was rehearsing.

YES I KNOW I'M AWFUL FOR NOT USING ALFRED MOLINA!

[dr_0ct0pus]

[After catching strange noises coming from computer from across his lab, Dr. Octavius comes over to investigate. And winds up staring blandly at the screen for a few minutes, cybernetic arms twisting around him.]

If you're practicing grandiose speeches, I've found that the important part is to have your counterpart grounded before speaking, in any case.

SO AWFUUULLLL

[stopthat_destro]

[Woop, ventilator back on. Rex stares at the arms curiously.] Is this a recurring problem of yours?

BAWWWW

[dr_0ct0pus]

Unfortunately. [Rex gets a curt examination from his side of the screen, those mechanical arms python coiling and writhing in the periphery of the picture.]

I hate to intrude but it seems that my computer is picking up signals from wherever it is that you are. Not a common occurrence but I'm not unfamiliar with pan-dimensional interference [And this is the sort of crap he got around the time he summoned Gog]. Where are you, precisely?

[stopthat_destro]

[YOUR ARMS... ARE BEAUTIFUL. Rex watches them idly.]

I don't have a precise location to offer, unless you consider "The Barge" precise enough. But I certainly wouldn't.

Where are you?