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NOOOO! No more puns! That's worse than PI(e)! gonk

Muahaha! My evil plot worked!

Good thing I always carry a second set of words. And unlucky for you, they are scrambled!
Now you slhal bmcoee ahotenr zmobie uendr my crontl. Faer my eivl pnlas!
Never mind, that's silly. I'll just pretend it never happened. Now then, on with the war of the words!
We have both laid claim to an evil plan, thus signifying we are on the same side. To fight amongst ourselves would be counterproductive, and would only give the forces of good a better chance of surviving. And evil hates it when good survives, so we shouldn't be fighting, should we? After all, there is much good out there for us to destroy, and we have so little time. Speaking of time, I realized that the theory of relativity can extend to the past as well as the future, if you counterbalance the coefficient with the inverse strusture of time's natural form. In other words, read it backward. With this, we can travel through time, and undo all that good has done. But time is a difficult organism to mangle, as a single misstep causes an infinitude of alternate realities to spring forth full grown from the head of our evilness. Such a cacophany of worlds would only consolidate the forces of good, so that's not a good plan either. So, what should we do?

But with pies you risk unleashing the true terror that is known as delicious! Seeing all those pies, our own forces may be swayed by the delicious flaky crust, the succulent berry filling, the alluring triangle shape. Are you hungry yet? No? Oh, then I'll continue. Each pie is blessed with such a degree of yummy that only someone with the willpower of a major deity could resist, and most evil lackeys are not such a deity. So in the long run, we would only yummify our own forces. We need to find a way to make the forces of good complacent without losing our delicious pie. Maybe tell them that tires are the new low-carb diet trend? Or we could just tape an "Eat me!" sign to their backs, because so many goddy-goodies are suckers for that kind of trick. Then, when the only remaining good is one enormous fat blob, then we can conquer the world, and move onto more important matters. That of squabbling amongst ourselves! So, who wants pie? biggrin

Burning bridges as you pass them by.
Under the shadows of death, a young child shall cry.
Mourning the loss of all they held dear.
Proud like a god, but too strong to come near.

(Why do these always turn out so dark? I'm happpy happy joy joy!)

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*tackles* twisted

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