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#THE MARIO MOVIE IS FINE
smallpwbbles · 2 years
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Me clenching every muscle in my body if Chris Pratt walks onto screen during the direct or if the first thing I hear is him not doing a Italian/Brooklyn accent for Mario if the trailer drops
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citricacidprince · 3 years
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I was watching the Nintendo Direct with a group of friends earlier and when Shigeru Miyamoto said he was going to announce the cast for the Mario Movie, one of my friends jokingly said "Ha it's gonna be Chris Pratt"
Little did we know that 2 seconds later we were gonna wish that was a joke
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snowyroxx22 · 3 years
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I’m glad people are finally getting angry at Hollywood replacing voice actors with celebrities-
Because a few years ago, when The Lego Ninjago Movie came out, Warner Bros replaced voice actors from Ninjago’s tv show who had been voicing the characters for almost a decade with random celebrity actors, and we were just supposed to accept that.
And it only got worse from there. Warner Bros continued this trend with their own movies (Scoob, casting Zendaya as Lola in the Space Jam sequel). And now other companies have done it too (Sonic movie, and now Mario).
It’s just SO unfair that companies will just ignore characters that ALREADY have talented ACTUAL voice actors and cast Hollywood actors just to gain money who most of the time aren’t even good at voice acting (they are two different skills!) I really do hope everyone being angry at the Mario casting starts to make a difference. Voice actors deserve just as much fame as actors do.
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autumngravity · 3 years
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With each new animated franchise movie, I am more and more thankful that Hasbro kept the original voice cast for the MLP:FiM movie and didn't replace them with celebrity voice actors. And that they gave the celebrity voice actors the villain and side character roles.
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permanentreverie · 3 years
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How am I supposed to live laugh love in these conditions :(
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mirmidones · 3 years
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ok who should have played mario give me your hottest takes
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aidensm8 · 4 years
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Bored, so any simple doodle requests? Let's try out non-TS requests?
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lame-old-blog · 3 years
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Charlie Day can do Luigi, but Chris Pratt can not do Mario
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acrylicqueen · 3 years
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Any particular reason why Illumination/Nintendo haven’t asked Charles Martinet (you know, the fucking voice of MARIO) to voice him in the MARIO movie?
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delcat177 · 3 years
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bowsers, bowsettes, bowsergs
Me: A lot of people were thinking Idris Elba @mycupofstars: A lot of people were thinking Danny Devito. Jack Black is, in fact, the exact Venn diagram between the two Me: I...how is that correct? How do you do this? Megan: They just are Me: They just are
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psi-groovin · 5 years
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Super Mario 64 gave me a deep-seated fear of drowning and sunken ships (and, to a much lesser degree, eels).
Back when I was a child I had the motor skills of a plastic bag but would play Mario 64 anyways. I remember playing in the Jolly Roger Bay stage a lot and dying until I got a game over. Swimming in that game is difficult when you are a young child and I used to drown all the goddamn time which was SCARRING. I HATED watching Mario clutch his throat and kick his feet before going limp in the water and then Bowser fuckn LAUGHS at you and you get violently ejected from the painting (mama mia!).
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Horrifying.
Seeing the sunken ship gave me a sort of pavlovian response. I’d see the ship (and the eel) and be like ‘oh this is where I die. this is where I drown.’ And I’d be struck with this paralyzing fear. My stomach would drop whenever I saw that ship!
And then there’s the Secret Aquarium stage..
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No air at all. You had to collect coins to keep your life meter up. AND! Because I sucked at controlling Mario in the water, I’d always drown before I could collect all the red coins!! And I’d have to watch Mario drown over and over again! I would start to panic during that stage and STILL TO THIS DAY I get that uneasy feeling when I enter that stage (even though now I can beat that stage in under a minute because it’s easy and I’m an adult with good motor skills but when you’re a little kid its supremely difficult).
So, thanks Mario 64! Whenever I see a sunken ship in any media (even like Minecraft) I get a terrible gut reaction of fight or flight and an impending fear of drowning.
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cosmicmewtwo · 6 years
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The Danny Devito thing isn't a throwaway joke to me, I feel like it would have been better that a typical sounding cute Pikachu had the grizzled voice of a hard boiled PI detective. OMG "P.I.kachu" Gotta Kachu All!!
a glimpse into the timeline we could be living in
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h3ckinh3ck · 3 years
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I hate the Mario movie so much cuz regardless people are gonna watch it, people are gonna give the studio money to watch a movie they hate. Even if you hate the movie you still paid to watch it :/
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theclassymike · 6 years
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Timothee Chalamet looking fine as wine at the 75th Golden Globe Awards.
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fearnism · 2 years
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ally mayfair richards x reader
❝ you’re oz’s babysitter when ally goes on dates and you have a big crush on her. ❞
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✑ i don’t know how to summarize to save my life. bUT hi i’m lowkey nervous about sharing this, but maybe someone will like it !! also this is slightly canon divergent i guess
✑ fluff fluff !
✑ word count: 1.639
“There are leftovers in the fridge. Please help yourself to some, y/n.” Ally reminded you, knew you too well by now. You felt as though it wasn’t your place to assume it was okay to eat their food, even though Ally told her it was absolutely fine every time.
You’ve been Oz’ babysitter for a few months now, wanted to earn some money between classes. And Oz was a wonderful kid, easy to handle. (His beautiful mother was an added bonus.)
“If anything’s wrong—”
“I’ll make sure to call you, I know the drill.” You smiled reassuringly, aware of her anxiety. You’d always go out of your way to make sure her mind is at ease — told her when Oz was securely tugged into bed, sent her pictures of your game night or the movie your settled on watching.
You knew better than to take her worries personal. You knew she trusted you and had no doubts about your care for her son. She couldn’t help it after what she had been through. What they had been through.
“Have a great time on your date.” The smile you offered her was less genuine than the ones before, almost forced onto your lips.
Whenever Ally called you to ask if you were free on a friday or saturday night, you felt a tug on your heart and your stomach sink. A date. She always sounded so excited and you really tried to be happy for her but you also wished you could be the one going on a date with her.
Ally placed her hand on your upper arm, giving it a light squeeze and you briefly wondered if she could feel you tense under her touch. Your heart beating fast in your chest.
“Thanks, darling. I’ll see you later.” She gave your arm another squeeze before calling a sweet goodbye to her son and heading out of the front door.
“Bedtimes’ at 8!” You heard her call before the door fell into its locks and you were left to yourself in the living room.
With a sigh you dropped onto the soft couch, blindly reaching for a pillow to cover your face with and scream into. Thankfully the pillow muffled the sound.
Another night wondering how Ally’s date was going; if the woman she was out with was treating her right and what they would be doing.
You imagined Ally to be the kind of person to take her date out to dinner, to some fancy restaurant. She would probably recommend some expensive wine, making you shiver under her watchful eye as you tried it. And after asking you to describe it, she’d laugh at your silly attempt. Ally would have been to the restaurant before, not on a date, just to check it out and she would insist on ordering for you two, and it would be the best thing you had ever eaten. There would be a comfortable silence between you, occasionally glancing at each other with matching shy smiles. Maybe she’d even reach for your hand on the table —
Another groan escaped your lips before you sat up. You set the pillow down to reveal an irritated Oz across from you.
You looked at each other for a moment. “Never mention this to anyone.” You warn him playfully and he grinned, an idea already forming in his little head.
“Only if you play video games with me.”
You narrowed your eyes, “Half an hour before dinner, not a single word to your mother.” You held out your hand, “45 minutes and I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He negotiated, waiting for your agreement to shake on it.
“You’re a little devil, do you know that?” You huffed and Oz simply shrugged, getting the game started for the two of you.
After several round of Mario Kart, you each had your fair share of wins.
Oz jumped up and down when he beat you during the last round and you laughed. “Alright, champ, put the things away and then it’s time for dinner.” You checked the clock before heading into the kitchen.
The leftovers were quickly re-heated and plated for the two of you to eat. To no surprise, it was delicious.
Oz got ready on his own after dinner, leaving you to clean up the kitchen.
"Can I read some more before lights off?" He asked and you smiled, had already been waiting for him to ask. "Just for ten more minutes." You ruffled his hair before he reached for his comic on the bedside table.
"I'll check on you, so it better be pitch black in here when I do." You teased, leaving the door open just a crack before heading back downstairs.
For the first time that evening you pulled out your phone to text Ally.
you: oz's in bed x
You placed it back down on the kitchen counter, not expecting the buzz that came from your phone only a few seconds later.
You furrowed your brows as you checked to see who the message was from.
ally <3: You're a saint, darling. Did you have dinner?
You smiled at the question, shook your head.
you: i did, and it was delicious as always.
You wondered why she had time to text. Was her date not going well? Maybe her date was in the bathroom.
ally <3: There's a bottle of wine in the cupboard above the microwave, if you'd like. I'll be home soon.
you: i'll get a second glass out? ;)
ally <3: I like the way you think. :D
You wasted no time in getting two wine glasses out and filling them once you’ve reached the bottle Ally mentioned.
With the glasses in hand you made your way back into the living room, getting comfortable on the couch.
To pass the time you decided to watch a movie. You had always been a big fan of thrillers, even though they could scare the shit out of you sometimes. But that had never stopped you before.
Your whole body tensed at the scene on the TV screen and you clutched the pillow on your lap like your life depended on it.
You practically leaped off the couch when you felt a hand on your shoulder and were quick to question your sanity if it weren’t for Ally laughing in front of you, holding her belly as she leaned over.
“I’m sorry, y/n.”
“What the hell, Ally!” You couldn’t even pretend to be mad, her laughter might be your favorite sound in the world and was definitely contagious.
“I’m really sorry, I didn’t think you’d jump through the ceiling.” She teased, calming her laughter finally.
“Very, very, funny!” You said, scrunching your nose. “There will come a time for me to get my revenge.”
She nodded, “Fair enough.” She rounded the couch and sat down, patting the spot next to her where you sat before she nearly gave you a heart attack.
“You're back early.” You stated, taking a seat with your legs tugged underneath you.
“Well, my date left halfway through to take a business call and never returned.” She sighed. "But it's fine, I'd much rather spend my time with you." She smiled, as though it was the most casual thing to say. Like your heart didn’t stop beating in your chest, or your breath caught in your throat.
"I'm sorry." You spoke softly. "I can't believe someone would do that. To you especially." You mumbled, more to yourself and Ally looked at you. "What did you say, darling?" She reached for her wine glass on the coffee table.
"Oh, nothing." You shy away from the question. "What do you mean by that?" She poked her finger into your side, grinning.
"By what?" You played dumb.
"To me especially." She quoted you.
You blushed.
"Oh just, I mean, you're a very beautiful woman and I... I don't understand why someone would leave like that when you're their date. Just seems stupid to me." You admitted, lowering your gaze to avoid her eyes.
Ally’s smiled widened. "Maybe I should ask you out on a date then."
You lifted your head again, just stared at her with an open mouth, unable to form a coherent response.
She bit her lip, studying your face as the words hung in the room between them.
"Would you like that?" She asked. "To go out with me?” She asked. “Oh my, did I... Oh god, I overstepped, that's totally inappropriate, I'm sorry, y/n.”
You shook your head, tried desperately to form the right words.
“No, Ally. I- I would love to.” You interrupted her rambling. "I just- I never thought you would ask me.”
You laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation. Or maybe it was sheer disbelief.
If someone told you Ally would ask you out someday, you would never believe them. . This felt like a dream.
“You're… really? Why are you laughing?” She asked, confused.
"This is gonna sound so stupid, but could you pinch me? So I know this is actually happening?” You asked, making her laugh again. “Can I try something less painful?” She suggested and you nod your head hesitantly.
"Close your eyes." She said, moving closer and you did as you were told without a second of hesitation, holding your breath.
"Breathe." She whispered now and she was so close to you, you felt her breath on your face.
You exhaled slowly.
And then her lips brushed against yours while her hands came to rest on your cheeks so gently.
You melted into her touch instantly, kissing her slowly.
"Convinced?" She asked once she pulled away slightly, for air, and you nodded, chuckling quietly. Your eyes were still closed, "Convinced." You whispered.
She rested her forehead against yours, smiling before leaning in for another kiss.
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thepenultimateword · 2 years
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Static: Part Two
Part One
An electric shock like a clap of thunder jolted Villain into consciousness. Her ears popped as she shot upright, and a low whine sounded deep within her skull. Villain clasped her hands over her ears, trying to catch her breath as she waited for the fuzzy feeling in her head to fade.
You're fine. You're fine. A rogue chuckle escaped past her lips. Wow, that last shock had really shaken her. Was it a coincidence? Or did someone know she'd been talking? It was just another shock. You're fine.
Fzzzzzzzzzzz
Compared to the bolt from a few seconds ago, this regular, even buzzing was a comfort. Villain scanned the unfamiliar living room around her, ugly striped rug, square-shaped couches, brick walls with little decoration. It appeared as if someone had hastily straightened it up because, despite the empty floor and coffee table, the entertainment center was crammed full of crooked books, games, and movies, and the trash can in the corner was bulging. Where was she?
She looked up and down at the long couch she was seated on and pinched at the wool blanket thrown across her lap. There was something she was forgetting. Something important. Not something, someone. It was right there...at the back of her miiiiiind... Ah ha! Sidekick! This must be Sidekick's home. She shoved the blanket off her legs and immediately made her way to a window, stretching her arms over her head as she rose.
Hmmm a little seedy. Was this the neighborhood right off of Cedar? That did--fzzt!--look like Mario's Sub Shop a couple blocks down. She carefully committed the visual of the street to memory. Lucky. Now she didn't have to stalk him home.
The fire escape balcony rattled and a thin, frowning face suddenly blocked her view.
"Move."
With a wide grin, Villain took a couple long strides back, allowing the vigilante room to slip in through the window.
"Wooow, spicy," Villain purred. "Just get off a job?"
Sidekick's cheeks flushed a little and he folded his arms across his bare midriff. He was outfitted in his hero costume, thick army boots, long black tights, and a matching long-sleeved crop top that hugged to his skin.
"You slept too long. There were people who needed saving."
"Hm. What's up with the costume anyway? You know I've always wondered?"
"I chose it as a teenager, and now it's a part of my brand. Why? What's wrong with it?" It was said with all of the defensiveness of a person who already had their own insecurities on the subject.
"Maybe I just don't want anyone else seeing you this way? I mean, you brought me home. That has to mean something."
Sidekick rolled his eyes. "Shut up. I didn't know where you lived. Just be grateful I didn't leave you in a dumpster." As if suddenly determined not to care about Villain's comments, he dropped his arms and strode past her into the kitchen. He glanced over his shoulder as he pulled a kettle and a pair of mugs out of the cupboard.
"You seem better. Not so..."
He awkwardly jerked his head to the side a couple times.
Villain wanted to smile, show him that his example didn't bother her, that it was even a little funny, but of course, any semblance of humor dropped her mouth to a frown instead.
"Yeah, well some days are better than others. Today must be a good one. How long have I been unconscious?"
"It's Wednesday now. So, just since yesterday afternoon. I thought about dropping you off at a hospital, but I figured you wouldn't like that, being a wanted criminal and all."
Villain moved after him and leaned her stomach up against the counter. Bits of static pricked at her brain, but she fought not to react. "Much appreciated." Then she smiled in confusion. "But why didn't you turn me in?"
Sidekick ran the kettle under the tap and placed it on the stovetop. "I guess because...then nobody would help you. Having those things shocking your brain all day, messing up who you are, it sounds like hell. You don't deserve that. No one deserves that."
"So you are going to help me!" Villain said, a couple tears streaming down her cheeks. "Do you need me to sit down? Can I go to the bathroom first? Cause since waking up, I've had to pee like a racehorse, and I don't know if I can hold it if I get another big shock."
"Woah, woah, woah." Sidekick threw up his hands. "I can't do it now."
A thank you faltered on Villain's lips. "Y-you can't?"
He paused then shook his head. "I've never done something that precise before. I don't even know how these implants work. If I do this recklessly, I could end up hurting you. I've already made that mistake once; I'm not making it again."
"Oh, um, yeah." Fzzt-fzzt! Villain grabbed her hair to keep her head from snapping to the side too sharply. "I guess that makes sense."
Even after the shocks dropped back into a buzz, Villain kept her hands on her head. It was just going to happen again in a couple minutes anyway. And she was so tired.
Sidekick wet his lips and fixed her with this cautious, semi-guilty stare. "And you can use my bathroom, just down the hall, on the right."
Villain nodded. "Thanks."
She felt like she should be able to leave the noise behind for a little while, let it sit at the kitchen counter with Sidekick for a few minutes while she took a few private moments to think over her situation. But static dogged each of her steps down the hallway. It followed her as she flushed the toilet, highlighted each twitch of her fingers as she turned on the sink, made her slap the soap bottle under the running water when a shock sharp enough to tweak her whole arm shot through her, and when she looked into the mirror she almost swore she saw it crackling in her eyes.
A wide grin split across her reflection's face. Villain stuffed her wet sleeve in her mouth to muffle a sudden peal of laughter.
I'm going to kill you.
The threat sounded weak this time, and the static's current cadence sounded a little like a laugh. Not the way Villain laughed when she was upset, but a real laugh. A mockery.
"You don't get to do that," she hissed, meeting her eyes in the mirror. "You don't get to screw me up, and then be normal yourself."
A stab of fear hit Villain in the chest. Her breath hitched. She talked to the static all the time, threatened it, yelled at it, bargained with it, but deep down she always knew she was pretending. This was the first time she'd actually, truly talked like the static had its own intent. Like it really had the emotions to laugh at her. She was really losing her mind.
No, don't think about that. Swallow it. Push it aside.
Villain took a deep breath, dried her hands on a towel, and walked back toward the kitchen. But just as she was about to turn the corner, the front door swung open so violently it hit the wall. A bit of dust crumbled from the ceiling.
"Sidekick!" Hero bellowed. "I got your stuff back!"
Villain pressed herself to the wall and peered carefully around the corner.
Sidekick whipped around, eyes wide, mouth twitching. Very subtle. "Hero! I-- Really? You didn't have to."
"No villain scum steals my partner's equipment!" Everything the burly man said was like a roll of thunder. He slammed Sidekick's compound recurve bow and quiver of arrows onto the counter with a wide grin. His movements were always hard and abrupt but also in constant good humor, so of all the heroes, it was hard for Villain to really dislike him.
He was sort of like if a Viking signed on for a L'Oreal modeling job. Massive shoulders, thick brown hair that reached the middle of his back, and long neatly trimmed beard mixed with braids.
"Is this mine?" he asked, already taking the second mug of tea from the counter and downing it in a couple loud gulps.
"Er, yes," Sidekick said. "I thought you might come by."
Hero wiped droplets of chamomile from his beard. "Good instincts."
Sidekick took his bow and arrow and went around the counter and into the living room to place them behind the couch. He flicked his eyes toward the hallway, and subtly thrust his chin at her to go back to the bathroom. Villain stuck her tongue at him. She was fine right here.
Sidekick sighed.
"What is it?" Hero said.
"Huh? Oh, nothing. They just...broke one of my arrows. But, um, Hero, since you're here...there was something I wanted to talk to you about."
Hero dropped back on his elbows against the counter. "Nothing bad I hope. HA!"
Sidekick smiled weakly, eyes flicking to Villain again as if partially to blame her and partially in search of support. "I'm thinking...maybe I want to take a break from hero work."
Hero's grin froze on his face. "What do you mean? Is everything ok?"
"Yeah! Yes, of course. Nothing is wrong. It was just a thought. You know, there are more options for people with powers than just the hero stuff. And before--" he cleared his throat "--what happened with my parents...happened, I was, I was thinking about exploring medicine--"
"Medicine?" Hero laughed. "Don't you think there are enough doctors in the world already? Did someone say something to you?" He moved across the room and clapped his hands down on Sidekick's shoulder so hard the smaller hero's knees wobbled. "Don't doubt your talents, Sidekick. You make a real difference out there. I don't know what I'd do without you."
Villain backed deeper into the hallway to stay out of Hero's peripheral, but she still saw Sidekick's tentative courage melt into a placid smile. What was probably hardest was that Hero honestly thought he was helping. He didn't want to hurt Sidekick. He had no idea that a few careless words could strike blows. If Villain sensed that, then Sidekick certainly did too.
"Thanks, Hero..."
"Anytime!" Hero beamed. "Now get some rest! You did good today!"
"Hm," Sidekick acknowledged. He walked with Hero to the door and choked out an upbeat, "See you later," but once the enormous man was finally gone, Sidekick's whole body drooped.
"Well that went well," Villain said, stepping out of the hallway.
"It's fine," Sidekick said. "It's sort of what I expected. Sorry, he drank your tea. I'll make you another cup."
"You don't have to."
"Well, I want to hear all about the history of that implant, and I find it's easier to talk about hard things when you're drinking something hot."
Villain's mouth parted in surprise. No one had ever treated her this way before. Like she might actually have feelings and struggles. Like a person. "In that case...go ahead."
She trailed him all the way into the kitchen, glitching every few steps until she was leaned back against the counter beside him. He still seemed a little down as he reached for a new mug, so Villain poked him in his exposed stomach.
Sidekick flinched back at the skin-on-skin contact, nearly dropping the mug. "Don't do that!" he said, cheeks flushing once again.
"Don't you get cold?" Villain said. "It's October. Do you have, like, a winter version? Twice the covering, but twice as cute?"
Sidekick's eyes roved over her frown-creased face, then seeming to register her expression as joking, he smiled. "Sometimes I put on a vest."
"Ooooh. Is it tight?"
"That does seem to be my trademark."
He found a new teabag to put in the mug and slowly poured hot water over it.
"I have sugar and cream here if you want any," he said, placing a pair of ceramic dishes on a tray along with both his and Villain's mugs and carrying it back to the coffee table in the sitting area. "Now why don't you explain everything."
Part Three
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