[New Moore, you might've missed something in your morning sky if you looked carefully. if you didn't, here's a surprise.

so there's this Loki kid on the screen holding his arms up in a green robe that's way too big. despite his small stature, he looks as menacing as he cold possibly try to looking menacing. so, pretty menacing. maybe an eight outta ten? menacing enough. he raises his fingers, wiggling them, well, menacingly. there's a fog machine or something in the background. or real fog. probably real fog.]

It seems that you're missing something I've acquired.

[there's a brief pause and he offers a knowing smile.]

But it's mine now! No one can stop me. Not you, or thou, or anyone else. I'm just that evil or something!

[and he points toward the screen.

he murmurs something in another language and adds "and other such mystifying words" toward the end of it and poof! disappears.

sorry about your moon.]