Two cloaked shapes, one from beyond the bounds of time and another one of nigh-infinite power, if corrupted, gathered in the not-quite reality of the Grail.
"You'll do it, then?"
The time-traveler put a finger to his chin. "I agree to painting the Himalayas bright orange and pasting a cardboard laser cannon on it, but I am afraid your offer of infinite power capable of killing Shirou Emiya is not sufficient to cover the sacrifice of all of Asia's children under the age of eighteen."
Angra Manyu chuckled, fuck knows how, seeing as he was currently lacking a physical body, and put forth his counter-offer: "All of Asia's male children under the age of eighteen, then."
He bit his lip, clearly tempted by the offer. But he thought some more, and decided against it. "I am afraid I must decline."
The Root of All Evil cocked his head to the side. "Is this because having only females to create your so-holy and treasured anime would result in an overt sum of female fanservice and yaoi? Because I can take care of that..."
The time-traveler shook his head. "I simply remembered. Every time I ruin his life, he gives me this wounded look, exactly like that of a retarded puppy you've just kicked, who looks at you with hurt and surprise because it has forgotten the last time you kicked it, but dimly starts to recall that you have kicked it before, and that you will kick it again." He paused, a malicious grin spreading across his face. "I treasure that look."