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D'Void awoke to find himself chained to a chair in the middle of a dank cave, lit merely by a single bonfire in the far wall of the room. It appeared to be a stove area, complete with cooking pot simmering over the fire. Whatever was in the pot had a very acrid, deathly scent. Not at all pleasant. D'Void wondered where all his superhuman strength had gone to as he struggled to break free of his bonds, to no avail. Then he remembered his sound beating at the hands of Ben Tennyson and the rebel forces.
"Oh crackers, now what will happen to me?" D'Void wailed before breaking into sad sniffles.
"You're going to get your just desserts, D'Void, or should I say, Animo," came an ominous voice from beyond the shadows.
D'Void gasped. He saw a figure come looming out of the darkness. It held an instrument of torture within its gnarled grasp. The hooded figure came closer and closer, until it was out of the shadows and near the flickering lights. It was a chunky man, quite familiar, holding a wooden spoon full of indiscernible contents.
"Maxwell Tennyson? So you're The Wrench?" D'Void, or should he say, Doctor Animo, exclaimed. "And it's DOCTOR Animo!"
"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, now that you're trapped here, eat up," said good old Grandpa Max. He brought the spoon to Doctor Animo's mouth and tried to shove it in.
Doctor Animo recoiled and turned his head away, grimacing. "Ew! What is that gunk? It looks and smells terrible!"
"It's Shit Weasel bladder, with just a pinch of stewed Havok Beast penis," said Max.
Doctor Animo threw up out his nose. "God, it's so terrible, my nose vomited!"
"Hey, I could be raping you instead of feeding you nasty food, you know," Max said casually, shrugging.
Doctor Animo had to agree, however reluctantly.
"Please end this story now," he desperately pleaded.
(The End!)