Chronos' footsteps echo as he approachesl the writhing black mass. It swirls angrily.
[i]We have failed.[/i]
"Yes... Failure... Something we... Have no... Patience for..."
"They will never comprehend peace or harmony!"
"Now now," Chronos tugs at his tie, "I assume we will go with Plan B?"
[i]Yes. Plan B...[/i]
"THEY cannot STOP us"
Chronos smiles coldly. "Excellant. I shall begin the preperations..."
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Perfect. I shall see what I can do. I jump into my Bentley and shoot into a portal to Hell*