Malik was eating toast when the answering machine picked up later that morning.

"Hello, my lesser self! I am currently running amok in Zambia, where the terrified natives are giving me gold and offering to worship me! Rest assured, I won't be home in time for dinner. But Isis is in Vegas anyway, isn't she?"

Malik smacked his forehead and dragged it down across his face. Why was he always the last one to learn about these things?

"Anyway, I heard Odion is going to become a yodeler... yeah, he may have already booked train tickets to Sweden."

Malik's eyes widened.

"And now, for my goodbye signature laugh! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" click

Malik stared at the phone for a second, his violet eyes startlingly large, then looked towards the door.

"ODIOOONN!"

An enormous bald man waddled in. His skin was dark from the scalding hot sunlight he'd been exposed to for the second half of his life. This was Odion, Malik's older adopted brother. He was polishing his bald head. Malik face faulted.

"Hoo boy..."

"Yes, Master Malik?" Odion responded automatically. Malik narrowed his eyebrows.

"I think we need to have a talk..."

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