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The Operating Table
Strapped to the operating table with Viceroy looming over him, prepared for the lobotomy of the Ninja, Randy could do naught but struggle and hope for a miracle, a Deus ex Machina, anything that would give him the time to get free.
"Now wait a minute, Viceroy!" Randy exclaimed, hoping he could stall the Mad Scientist until he could get his hands loose. The mask was just over there on a table, one he was able to get free he would get it, but he just had to keep Viceroy from going ahead with the lobotomy.
"Oh, what?" inquired Viceroy, not a little annoyed. "Can you make it quick, I'm a mad scientist for hire and you are the reason I'm on the unemployment line! I don't have time for a long conversation!"
"If a lobotomy is basically a living death, then shouldn't I be getting a… Oh, juice! What are they called? Oh, right… Don't I get a last meal or a last request?"
Viceroy could only stare dumbfounded before asking: "In what way do you think this is an execution?"
It was at that point that a rather large piece of the ceiling fell on top of Viceroy, squashing him flat to Randy's thinking. Struggling to get free, Randy quipped: "If I were to read that in a story, I would call that a very bad Deus ex Machina."
Six minutes passed before Randy was finally able to get himself free of the bonds that held him to the operating table. Once he was free, all he had to do was walk on over and get the mask. Upon doing that however, Randy could only feel like this was all too easy, like something was about to happen.
It was probably nothing.
Putting the mask on, Randy suddenly heard some clapping and heard Viceroy say: "And here is the hero, all suited up to make his dramatic escape."
Turning, Randy's eyes widened in disbelief. There was Viceroy, standing next to the piece of the ceiling with no indication that it had moved.
"What the juice? How did you get out from under there without moving the piece of the ceiling?"
With eyes glazed over, Viceroy commented: "I swear, I might as well still be working for McFist. That wasn't actually me. It was an android double controlled through VR, a little thing I whipped up between the time McFist went to prison and his later untimely demise on the space station. I have a few of them, so ultimately, you can't be sure if this is really me or another of my android doubles. And now, if you'll excuse me…" Taking what looked like a remote out of his pocket, Viceroy pressed a big red button. Why was it always a big red button? Why was it never a small blue on? "I really must be going, do enjoy the final moments of this little hideout of mine before it blows up. Toodles!" Viceroy turned and promptly slipped on a loose tile, causing him to fall on his face. From where Randy stood, he could hear the Mad Scientist mutter: "Curse these old tiles!"
That was definitely the actual Viceroy.