Jay -> "M" (10/13/2018 7:24:15)
Location: Catnapped, Hey Al'nold, Green Thumbs, Growing Wiser
"M": The Cauldron Sisters... how wonderful...
"M": Didn't we have a deal?
"M": Ugh, I told you to stop calling me by the name assigned to me after my creation.
"M": I know naught of any cat.
"M": While you're not wrong, having a cat would certainly be beneficial to our establishment...
"M": ... I don't resort to such plebeian cheating methods to get ahead in business.
"M": Our clients get only the freshest, lost candy, who stumbled upon this domain by themselves. This allows for a better taste of fright and wonder.
"M": Well said, Akaz.
"M": So, as you can see, we had nothing to do with this alleged kidnapping.
"M": Oh. I didn't see this here!
"M": You should have told us in the first place that you were bringing a gift. I apologize for my behaviour.
"M": I might even forgive you for trespassing—
"M": You are... friends... with candy?
"M": Oh, Cauldron Sisters... how low can you fall...
"M": Akaz, look, the food is talking to me.
"M": I don't bother to occupy my mind with that pathetic hare.
"M": I didn't think such a feat would even be possible, but I have just simply outdone myself!
"M": They are perfectly splendid! This... this is what is surely going to appease my fathers!
"M": This will save the family business and thwart the competition!
"M": Today will be the dawn of the Era of Unlimited Candy!
"M" (laughing): Ahahahahaha!
"M": I can already imagine it, written in the annals of history...
"M": "And there he stood, the genius that was 'M', next to his production line. He took one last look at his invention, and uttered–"
"M": "I bring life!"
"M": "The Saccharculi awoke, ready to manufacture sweet sweetness–"
"M": Sweet sweetness?
"M": No, that's stupid.
"M": "Apsaydaaun was saved, and as the screams–"
"M": Wait, screams?
"M": That's not what– Wait, stop!
"M" (screaming): Gaaaaaah!!!
"M": This is- this is still salvageable!
"M": Come on, "M"! Think of what your fathers would say!
"M": Think of the happy, Apsaydaaunian faces!
"M": Happy, candy-stuffed faces!
"M": W-who dares to call me by my–
"M": Oh, it's YOU!
"M": I won't let you destroy my last bit of hope!
"M": STOP CALLING ME THAT!
"M": Unlike you, simpletons, this is but a small step back on the path to greatness!
"M": Plants powered by the captured candy, extracting from them pure, unfiltered fear!
"M": Just a drop of that would make an entire batch of processed candy absolutely divine!
"M": You think anyone else could have achieved this?! NO! It was all me!
"M": And I won't let some sour candy talk back to me like that! I will defend my last, ingenious creation to my final breath!!
"M": You have doomed me...
"M": No... I have failed. I have let down my parents, and figuratively literally everyone on our entire plane of existence.
"M": And worst of all, I have failed the only person that counts the most...
"M": Actually no, what am I saying?
"M": This is all your fault!
"M": My plan and its execution were perfect!
"M": With such a low chance for candy to actually end up here, my idea was brilliant and ahead of its time!
"M": So you just expect us to change our ways, our way of living, because it's "bad", in your opinion?!
"M": Well of course it is, I thought of it.
"M": This is a truly magnificent idea. I... literally... cannot believe I haven't thought of that.
"M": We grow the plants, we introduce the fear factor, we grind the plants down which results in a powdered fear...
"M": No Akaz, this will be the "business secret". Every successful business needs a secret, I've read about it.
"M": I will start working on this post haste! As soon as I collect myself, obviously, I must look resplendent while unveiling this new invention!
"M": And there it is! Sadly, this particular plant will not be the true, final product.
"M": I just simply altered this plant's molecular structure, thus allowing it to experience fright. Merely a prototype.
"M": The true, finished Phobos Timore™ will be grown with utmost care and dread, and as we all know, this process takes patience and time!
"M": Now then, <Class>! Do the honors!
"M": Scare it.
"M": But of course. It was your idea, after all! I am stepping down from my pedestal, for a moment mind you, and giving YOU all the spotlight!
"M": Astonishing! You are a very scary candy!
"M": Ah, my apologies, a very scary human! I still have a little bit of growing to do!
"M": Let me taste it, please. I simply must be the one to taste it first.
"M": I would once more like to extend my, nay, our gratitude!
"M": I dread it now even more than before. We won't be using humans, after all. And our fathers are... traditionalists.
"M": In this case...
"M": Aha, merely a jest! We'll take care of it by ourselves.
"M": Together, my brothers!
Also known as Majji.