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S/he grinned.
"I'm Mr. Jeremy Hilary Boob. I'm Cirruleic's father, and Father Time."
Moé paused.
"Oh! Grandma Mahi worked for you! She was your secretary."
"I thought I saw you before somewhere. You have the same face, smile, and... well, I'm sure Cirruleic pointed it out."
Moé felt increasingly uncomfortable.
Cirruleic decided to use this chance to lunge forward at Caleb, the axe in hand.

The hit connected, and Cirruleic shrieked.
"I demand foul play! He concealed it!"
"Any man-- science, magic or faith-- can conceal a weapon."
Jeremy pointed.
"Continue."
Cirruleic took out a few small razors between his finger and threw them at his mask.

In a split second later, the razors were pulled out of Caleb's mask, and Moé held them in her hands as she watched.
[[Jeremy freezes time for silly reasons.]]
That hit connected too, and Cirruleic stood wearily, enraged by his poor display.
"Enough of this."
He looked up, and pointed up at the sky.
"DROP THE--"
Then everything froze for everyone but Mr. Jeremy and Caleb; Moé was in the middle of covering her face for the inevitable impact, her eyes wet, and the clouds were beginning to clear to show a ridiculously large mass in the sky about to brace the earth.
Mr. Jeremy got off of his throne.
"Okay, I've had enough of this. Have you, mister? Honestly... how uncouth. I regret letting HER raise him! Spoiled him rotten."
He looked at Caleb.
"Give him what he deserves."

Mr. Jeremy quickly pulled a frozen Lucy out of a portal, and moving Lucy's hands, Lucy's ridiculous strength moved the bomb, and threw it far, far away, sucked into a black hole.
Jeremy put Lucy back where she had been, and then, going back to his throne, he sat and unfroze time.
Cirruleic looked at himself in dismay, his throat choking on his own blood.
"You... killed your own son!"
"Nah, he did."
"B-But...!"
Mocha came out of a portal; she was wearing a brass gasmask, and had on thick black rubber gloves.
"Good morning, Cirruleic. I've come to dispose of you so that your followers won't revive you."
She took out a thread of life, as well as a pair of huge, elaborate shears with the blades set to look like a wolf's mouth.
Cirruleic suddenly had a revelation.
"You...! In your past life, you were--!"
He was abruptly silence by the thread being cut, and Mocha put the scissors away, hauling up his body.
She realized he was heavy, and, cursing in russian, she turned into a lanky, scary-looking adult form, and, oddly, was male, with black hair and beard. S/he picked Cirruleic up.
"He'll join my army," the odd Mocha-form said, "so that I may one day take over Midgard myself. He'll regret torturing Mother."
Moé paused.
"Huh? Aunt Lycoris--"
"You, Moé, are my substitute mother."
Moé speechlessly watched as he [she?] left in a portal.
Jeremy giggled.
"Oooh! Who was that?!" [[XD]]
Moé was still very confused.
"I-I think... it's a... man."

Moé followed after him.
"Sir! W-Wait for me! Oh, I'm hungry. Do you want something to eat?"