To the decadent sybarites of New Moore...

[coinmover]

...your days of peace and relaxation have now just come to an end.  Unless I, the Master of Magnetism, get what I want, your days will end in chaos.

Return what has been taken from me no later than noon tomorrow, or I will alter the magnetic fields of this island and turn every skyscraper in the city into a magnetic superconductor.  Your computers will be wiped.  Your cars, your change, even your fillings pulled away from you to make a monument to my greatness.  The streets will become a whirlwind of shrapnel.  Your power systems disrupted.  And, of course, when a large enough electrical charge has been built up... you will all, ultimately, be destroyed by the largest bolt of lightning the world has ever seen.

Cease your petty squabbles and pay heed... pay tribute... or you will all die.

Comments

[coinmover]

Never.

[thneed]

Did you check behind the sofa?

[coinmover]

Mock if you like. You won't live to regret it.

[thneed]

You need to work on those anger issues, buckethead.

[coinmover]

You took her?

[thneed]

Define 'took.' I didn't do anything.

[coinmover]

Then return her.

[thneed]

Don't feel like it.

[coinmover]

I don't make requests. You've had your warning.

[thneed]

I don't really care.

so how much of his stuff is metal?

[coinmover]

We'll see how long that lasts.

a pocket watch + AXES... + idk money?

[thneed]

You can try but I'm not going to stop.

[coinmover]

Stop what? Kidnapping women?

[thneed]

I haven't kidnapped anyone.
Ukraine and I are having a great time.

[coinmover]

Then what is it you're unwilling to stop?

[thneed]

The great time, obviously.