Back in Antarctica, the Great Chieftain received a call from someone he despised. It wasn't a mutual-respect sort of despiction, as he had formed for his favourite arch-nemesis and the wise-but-somewhat-hot-tempered Empress of Jennymaesia whom he believed he'd formed somewhat of a constructive working-relationship with - equal in his reckoning to himself, but opposite in goals... - no, this despiction was more of a 'what-did-I-just-tread-in-and-how-am-I-going-to-get-it-off-my-boot?' kind of despiction. He knew it was a call from someone he despised, as he'd taken the additional effort to flag the phone-number as such in his "smart" phone, so if the caller ever called, it gave an ominous-sounding ring.
The boguns seated with him around the International Spy Vision screen looked about worriedly. They'd had little experience in the use of "smart" phones, let alone specially-programmed ones with ominous tones for calls from despised numbers.
"Ah, Moses?" the caller on the phone never used the Great Chieftain's correct title. Probably because he'd always been jealous of the Great Chieftain, and once, in an oft-repeated story, got the Great Chieftain a spanking via the strategic use of sand.
"What do you want, Mordecai the Mortified?" asked the Great Chieftain. The nerfarious-but-still-somewhat-respected-by-the-Great-Chieftain Empress E-Ruby of Rubyland, probably didn't know that the Great Chieftain often referred to Morty as Mordecai the Mortified, because he was always getting himself into some type of trouble, and then getting all upset and worried about it, as if it wasn't caused by his own stupid life-choices.
"Our mutual, ah, friend," began Mordecai the Mortified.
"We have no mutual friends, Mordecai," the Great Chieftain cut him off shortly like a particularly offensive wart.
"The Empress E-Ruby of Rubyland?" Morty questioned.
The Great Chieftain sighed. "You've just married my favourite arch-nemesis, had the gall not to invite me to the wedding, and now gotten her into some sort of trouble already?" he growled.
"Wedding?" asked Morty. "No, we're not married... yet... Look, remember my ex-girlfriend, Karmala..."
The Great Chieftain rolled his eyes. Why did Morty have absolutely no standards when it came to selecting his girlfriends? The Great Chieftain consoled himself with the thought that at least Morty's latest choice was one that he could respect, as he began to listen to the infuriating worm's pathetic tale, and how he needed the Great Chieftain's help, once again, lest the Great Chieftain should lose an arch-nemesis...
The boguns seated with him around the International Spy Vision screen looked about worriedly. They'd had little experience in the use of "smart" phones, let alone specially-programmed ones with ominous tones for calls from despised numbers.
"Ah, Moses?" the caller on the phone never used the Great Chieftain's correct title. Probably because he'd always been jealous of the Great Chieftain, and once, in an oft-repeated story, got the Great Chieftain a spanking via the strategic use of sand.
"What do you want, Mordecai the Mortified?" asked the Great Chieftain. The nerfarious-but-still-somewhat-respected-by-the-Great-Chieftain Empress E-Ruby of Rubyland, probably didn't know that the Great Chieftain often referred to Morty as Mordecai the Mortified, because he was always getting himself into some type of trouble, and then getting all upset and worried about it, as if it wasn't caused by his own stupid life-choices.
"Our mutual, ah, friend," began Mordecai the Mortified.
"We have no mutual friends, Mordecai," the Great Chieftain cut him off shortly like a particularly offensive wart.
"The Empress E-Ruby of Rubyland?" Morty questioned.
The Great Chieftain sighed. "You've just married my favourite arch-nemesis, had the gall not to invite me to the wedding, and now gotten her into some sort of trouble already?" he growled.
"Wedding?" asked Morty. "No, we're not married... yet... Look, remember my ex-girlfriend, Karmala..."
The Great Chieftain rolled his eyes. Why did Morty have absolutely no standards when it came to selecting his girlfriends? The Great Chieftain consoled himself with the thought that at least Morty's latest choice was one that he could respect, as he began to listen to the infuriating worm's pathetic tale, and how he needed the Great Chieftain's help, once again, lest the Great Chieftain should lose an arch-nemesis...
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