Before the great Supreme Oppressor Quellor steps a blue-skinned rather ape-like woman. From the shadows, he stares, watching her shuffle into the center of the room where a grand wooden table sits. She is holding a rather large book under her arm. He blares her a sneer of keen interest as she lays the book on the table. On the other end of the table, she lays down a long staff with an orange ball at the top of it.

Quellor (Astranalogous): "What have you, oh wise Understander of Legends? What news have you brought forth before me?"

The Understander speaks to him in a rather harsh and masculine voice as she opens the book and allows her blonde pigtails to drape over the pages as she reads it.

The Understander: "Lord Quellor, my Supreme Oppressor, it has been brought to my attention that you wish to obtain the Crystals once more."

Quellor (Astranalogous): "Surely, one of such wisdom should have already been aware of something so obvious."

She's caught off guard by his sudden brashness toward her, but proceeds.

The Understander: "Yes, quite. But it would be foolish of the Illiops to have hidden the Crystals themselves within the very same location as before. The Hard To Find City, which was built centuries ago to watch over your ancestor's castle, would be the single most obvious place to keep them after all."

Quellor (Astranalogous): "I would certainly hope they wouldn't be that stupid. As beneficial as that would be for me, it would take all of the fun out of the pursuit."

The Understander: "With all due respect, it would be unwise to underestimate the Illiops... or the Crystal bearers. You shouldn't treat this as if it is some game of cat and mouse."

He leans on his knuckles, bored by her incessant warnings. He gestures a flinging shooing motion with his hand as if the matter is beneath him.

Quellor (Astranalogous): "Whether they are alive or if they truly perished, I will acquire my Crystals, one way or another."

She turns to him with genuine curiosity, intrigued by his smug and aloof nature.

The Understander: "What exactly is your plan?"

He rises from his chair, descending and circling the ugly old hag like a snake with a mouse in its cross-heirs as he continues to explain.

Quellor (Astranalogous): "The truth is that I do not know where the Crystals are... but they do. They will soon find out about M.A.V.O.'s involvement and when they do, they will make a mad rush towards the Crystals, where we will follow them to their doom."

The Understander: "If that is the case, then you should have scouts scattered across the land to keep a lookout for them."

Quellor (Astranalogous): I agree. I have already spoken with a certain Sorcerer, a con man that runs a freak-show attraction, one that's also looking to behold some real magic. I promised him the secrets of my ancestor Ewig in return for his services. He doesn't seem too keen on the Illiop or his friends since they ruined his business. I don't believe he'll be enough, however. I think it's time to test my newfound influence on the creatures of Grundo. It's time to have a chat with a few more old friends."

Quellor opens the book and draws his long black claw across the page, a map of Grundo, and taps the very location of a Gutang Outpost.

The Understander: "The Gutang, I assume?"

Quellor (Astranalogous): "Yes, as well as the Mudblups."

She scoffs at his notion of allegiance with the Mudblups and Quellor grows quite inquisitive toward her lack of faith in him.

Quellor (Astranalogous): "You don't believe that I could persuade the Mudblups into compliance?"

She finds herself floundering, not wishing to anger her Supreme Oppressor. She manages to make a successful recovery though.

The Understander: "Perhaps not the old Quellor, but surely you, Astranalogous, may."

Quellor draws a long, fanged grin across his face and his eyes blare a pulsing red glow at her.

Quellor (Astranalogous): "I find it amazing just how quickly you've begun to understand... Understander. When I bring about the eternal darkness to the world, the Mudblups will no longer need to hide and cower from the daily sun. They will be cursed no longer, and free to roam the surface. Surely, that would be enough for them to concede to... a little cooperation."

The Understander: "And what are your plans for M.A.V.O.'s involvement?"

Quellor looks at her with keen eyes and ponders before responding.

Quellor (Astranalogous): "I have most ambitious plans for my precious M.A.V.O.; don't you worry, my Understander. You will all be the most useful to me in this operation. But alas, if I speak too much, I may spoil things for certain... other parties."

The Understander: "What do you mean?"

It is at that very moment that a very flustered and exhausted Eleanor Tweeg slams a large door behind her and marches over to Quellor. The bags under her eyes make her look twice as old as she normally does and her hair looks like a bird's nest. Quellor stares down at her between his nose.

Eleanor: "I've come to formally announce my retirement. I will no longer be participating in M.A.V.O.'s future endeavors, nor yours, Quellor."

Quellor sneers a fanged look of repulsion at Eleanor and folds his arms.

Quellor (Astranalogous): "How very... disappointing."

Eleanor shoots a snobby look back up at Quellor and snaps her fingers in sass.

Eleanor: "I want ALL of my retirement benefits, you hear? All of them!"

Quellor facepalms, looking at Eleanor like he would love nothing more than to tear her in half and spread her across the room.

Quellor (Astranalogous): "There are no 'retirement benefits', Eleanor. Be gone with you!"

Eleanor wags her corpse-like finger right in his face, her yellowed nails becoming dangerously close to touching him.

Eleanor: "Oh, no you don't! M.A.V.O. might be full of weasels and scoundrels, including yourself, but you're not gonna fleece me outta my retirement benefits! ICKLEY!"

Ickley Bognostraclum, a gray-skinned monster zips into place beside Eleanor Tweeg, apparently defying the laws of physics itself in order to assert his extensive knowledge of the M.A.V.O. Admission Contract verbatim before the Supreme Oppressor. Despite often finding Ickley to be an insufferable know-it-all, Quellor is hard-pressed to find fault with his keen sense of memory.

Ickley Bognostraclum: "Article 45a, subsection b of the M.A.V.O. Admission Contract states, and I quote, 'all representatives of M.A.V.O. over the age of 65 years are qualified for the Monsters and Villains Organization Evil Benefits Retirement Plan, which includes pension, 401k, and a week's paid trip to The Swamp of Horrible Agony for spa and restoration treatments. Package includes muck swimming lessons, wart and boil removal, odor enhancing therapy, and regular performances from pipe-organ legend, Ogg the Swamp Fiend', unquote."

Quellor tires of Ickley's narcissism. The Supreme Oppressor pierces his soul with his dead eyes and the monster backs away with a reluctant grin, leaving possibly quicker than he arrived. Quellor is steaming. He's been caught. However, he must be patient and allow his plan to come to fruition, so he merely composes himself and congratulates Eleanor in a very passive-aggressive tone.

Quellor (Astranalogous): "Very well, Eleanor. Enjoy your 'retirement', and your 'care package', or whatever. M.A.V.O. will live on."

Eleanor: "I'll be taking my leave. Have a horrible life, Supreme Oppressor Quellor."

He folds his arm and smirks at her as she walks away with her nose held high. His next words stop her dead in her tracks.

Quellor (Astranalogous): "Likewise. And Eleanor, do enjoy your vacation. It must be so nice to be able to relax knowing that you're no longer burdened by the failure of your kin."

That last one really stung. Still fresh on her mind, she knew that she couldn't just retaliate back at him, not unless she wished to douse the hope that lie dormant in her mind of ever seeing her son again, had he miraculously survived that terrible inferno. Nevertheless, she can't help but try to have the last word on the conversation, a quite annoying personality trait she's always had.

Eleanor: "Too bad you didn't stick around to see if any of them actually perished. Last time I checked, no bodies were found in the wreckage of that fire, so you better watch your back. Toodles!"

Eleanor leaves just as obnoxiously as she came, knowing full well that all she has to do is stick around and wait. Should the Crystal bearers continue to breath life once more, she wants to be there to see it with her own eyes. As prideful of a woman as Eleanor is, she's a mother first. No matter how much she wishes to deny that claim, she cannot, and the desire to see her son, even for just a split second longer, drives her forward to do so by any means possible.

Meanwhile, all the way back in the land of the Illipers to the west, King Nogbert summons the Crystal bearers to his chambers. He has some updates to provide to them. After getting in contact with an old "friend", the Wizard of Weegee, he requests the services of local Grunge reporter Louie to get the scoop on the wrongdoings all over the land. Of course, the Wizard obliges (knowing full well that he can charge a hefty sum for Louie's services) and Louie begins spying for the king.

Louie scouts the locations of various less-than-reputable beings, starting, of course, with one of the most reprehensible places in the land, the home of the trolls, Ying. Now, the Wizard's brother, the sinister but equally greedy Sorcerer of Ying, becomes quite bemused by Louie's spying, and in order to get him off his trail, offers to provide him with a little gossip he's overheard from local Ying residents. He approaches the Sorceror in his office, who folds his arms with complete irritation at Louie's sudden and brash ignorance and assuming demeanor. Louie shoves a camera in his face and he's quite appalled, pushing the camera away.

Louie: "Okay, Sorcerer, spill the beans. I know you have something to do with the strange circumstances surrounding the mysterious and apparently magical fire that destroyed the Gimmick household."

The bearded mage bearing all red that sits at the desk before him feels insulted. He rises from his chair, pressing his nose right at the accuser and staring him in the eyes.

Sorcerer: "I have no idea what you're talking about. You have a lot of nerve, barging into my office, solely on my brother's orders and demanding a confession towards a magical crime I had no part in."

Louie: "This is a serious matter. King Nogbert himself enlisted my employment. He wants answers."

Sorcerer: "So you think that just because it was magical, and because I have issues with Ruxpin and his friends, I caused the fire? Absurd! Poppycock! I'm a businessman first and foremost! I have little time for such animosities as arson! Now, begone with you! I have some price gauging... I mean... some financial adjustments to make. I have to get myself out of ruin thanks to that stupid kid and his friends."

Louie has been taking down all of the Sorcerer's ramblings as he nosily inspects the various magical doodads and doohickeys strewn throughout his office, and after ultimately deciding that the Sorcerer, while very much of a cheapskate, was clean as far as evidence relating to the likelihood of the destruction of Gimmick's home. There exists only a motive, but without evidence, the case against the Sorcerer is as good as dead.

So Louie takes his leave, stashing his pen and tablet away in his large trench coat pocket and hopping aboard his pedaled flying contraption, he takes to the air. With the meddlesome Grunge gone, the Sorcerer summons Spango, a big-boned and dimwitted monster, into his office. He steps in, a hideous being covered in warts saluting his boss with his eyes crossed and with absolutely no indoor voice. He drools and every time a consonant leaves his mouth, spit goes flying into his boss' eye. The disinterested Sorcerer silences and tasks him.

Spango: "You summoned me, boss?!"

Sorcerer: "Spango, I want you to let your friends in M.A.V.O. know that there is an investigation into the fire at the inventor's house being led by the king of Grundo."

Spango: "Of course, your magicalness! I'll get to M.A.V.O. on the double!"

As Spango salutes once more, boobishly stumbling out of the Sorcerer's office, the Sorcerer summons two more monsters over the PA system, a female bird monster and a warthog-like creature step into the office, displaying similar, but definitely superior intelligence to Spango.

Sorcerer: "Make sure that moron doesn't get lost on his way to M.A.V.O. again."

Warthog and Bird: "Yes sir!"

They follow, and a yellow, goblin-like fellow that tends to the Sorcerer's needs inquires about his decision.

Goblin: "Why didn't you just send the other two right from the get-go? Why would you send Spango of all monsters to deliver such an important message?"

The Sorcerer approaches the goblin, grabbing him by the neck.

Sorcerer: "Spango is just stupid enough to avoid suspicion, but just strong enough to hold his own should he encounter any sort of 'resistance' if they run into any of Nogbert's men along the way."

The Sorcerer knows very well what an alliance with M.A.V.O. means. He knows that the monsters of Ying are quite keen on the organization, so it makes him look good in the public eye, and a good public image may be just what he needs to drum up more interest in his attractions, or at least he hopes so. If not, he could always hope to stumble onto the Crystals themselves, as they could prove to be quite the valuable attractions, should he ever get a hold of them.

But the Sorcerer isn't the only one to establish connections with M.A.V.O., for deep within the sands of the Great Desert, all the way on the other side of Grundo to the south, Quellor and his men have boarded the Eclipse and taken a trip to the Mudblup caves buried deep within the earth. The Mudblups, upon arrival of their "guests", are a combination of both curious and apprehensive. Quellor enters the throne chamber of the king of the Mudblups. A group of monsters and Quellor are surrounded by massive grey beings made of mud and clay. Their red eyes refuse to leave their guests, and they are constantly at attention as the king surveys them. Quellor awaits patiently, with a scowl permanently hung on his face like a lazy snake, drooping at the ends. He has no fear of the mud beings whatsoever. The king inquires in a gravelly and echoing tone that reverberates off of the walls around them.

Mudblup King: "I am a man of thin patience. What business do you earth-dwellers have with the Mudblups?"

Quellor (Astranalogous): "I've come to bear the greatest gift of all to you, king of the dirt, a chance at dwelling upon the surface itself without fear of the accursed sun."

The Mudblups around the room suddenly find themselves murmuring to each other, which angers and frustrates the king. He rises from his throne, the yellow gem embedded into his crude crown of mud gleaming off of the very few speckles of light peeking through the dark room.

Mudblup King: "Silence! All of you!"

He turns his attention to Quellor and steps down from his throne. The monsters surrounding Quellor raise their weapons preparing for battle when Quellor merely raises his hand to order them at ease, with the cold stare never once leaving his hard, stoic face.

Mudblup King: "You come before me, promising a mystical dream when all of you would do a better service sweating in my mines. What leverage do you bring to sway me otherwise?"

Quellor looks up to the ceiling. His eyes become filled with black and out of them pours a viscous black ooze that situates onto the floor. The Mudblup King before them is appalled but intrigued as the mass takes the form of a lanky, skeletal being in wraithly black robes.

Mudblup King: "You are no mere surface dweller, are you?"

The Mudblup King circles around Astranalogous As the being continues to stare straightforwardly. The king is rather puzzled.

Astranalogous: "I am not. In fact, I am not of this world. I reign from far beyond the reach of mortal creatures such as yourselves. I extend to you a mutually beneficial offer. You wish for darkness. I wish to bathe the world in a blanket of blinding blackness, a void of nothingness where only the heartless will survive. I will slaughter the weak and hold no mercy for those with a sliver of love in their hearts. You... your hearts are mud. You have no love. I have no heart, just a black hole where one would be, hence the possession of this mortal being before you. He is nothing but a conduit, one that will inevitably be shed when he has exhausted usefulness to me. The men and women of M.A.V.O. know of this."

The king before them leans into a pondering pose, dragging his finger across his mucky lip before raising his long mouth into a crooked smirk, his eyes burning like a hot fire with anticipation.

Mudblup King: "Use until no longer useful, and then dispose of, and you would do so with a living being, a surface dweller if you must, as would I. I like you... um... I didn't quite catch the name."

Astranalogous: "Astranalogous."

The Mudblup King slowly slogs back into his throne where he rests, the form of his back molding to that of the throne itself. Astranalogous slides back into the form of Quellor, resuming control of the Supreme Oppressor.

Mudblup King: "To extend our reach to the surface world, To live in perpetual darkness. That is my... nay, OUR, greatest desire as Mudblups. Although I ask, what ask you in return? I know all too well that no deal is free."

Quellor (Astranalogous): "I need you to act as some of my many eyes, to watch the sky above and the surface below for the Crystal bearers."

Mudblup King: "I assume you mean the Crystals of Grundo?"

Quellor (Astranalogous): "Indeed. You should be very familiar with the Crystal bearers, and harbor the same hatred for them as I do."

Mudblup King: "I hate all surface dwellers, but I loathe Teddy Ruxpin and his friends the most."

With this final exchange, Quellor and his followers depart, once again boarding the Eclipse for one final visit. Far to the north, situated around the outskirts of the (no longer) Hard To Find City is a Gutang outpost. Tree houses interconnected with rope bridges and vines tangle in and out of each other in a knotted but organized manner, broken only by the clearing of treeless land for which to house their many airships. The Gutang prove to be quite primitive on the exterior but quite advanced on the inside.

Quellor descends his boarding ramp surrounded by a bunch of green-furred creatures bearing long spears and tribal masks. None of their faces can be seen, but as their name suggests, they're most likely ape-like in appearance. Guards escort Quellor through a series of large, ornate doors leading into a particularly large room for a tree house. The focus of the room is a Gutang with a similar tribal owl-like mask with an orange plume on top and a blue sash worn across his right shoulder. This is the Gutang Ambassador. He, like many of the other Gutang, speaks with a bit of an impediment, spitting and harshly pronouncing anything containing an "s" sound.

Gutang Ambassador: "Shupreme Oppresshor Quellor, to what do we owe the shudden pleasure?"

Quellor (Astranalogous): "I require your services once more, my faithful Gutang."

Gutang Ambassador: "Yesh, I shee. I shuppose the Cryshtals are involved?"

Quellor (Astranalogous): "The Crystals are far more powerful than I've given them credit for before. I have received a far greater... gift from a being known only as Astranalogous, a being capable of plunging the world into darkness for all of eternity. But those Crystals must be destroyed, along with the Crystal Bearers."

The Gutang Ambassador seems quite intrigued, but also somewhat skeptical. Thank goodness for him that Quellor cannot see the poker face hidden beneath his wooden mask or he'd be quite unimpressed.

Gutang Ambassador: "Sho... how can we be of asshishtance?"

Quellor (Astranalogous): "My reach across the land must be vast and inescapable, my eyes all-seeing, and my ears all-hearing. The Crystals are not with their masters but hidden away once again. They were clever enough to move them away from The Hard To Find City, and to where, I do not know. I sense they know they will need the Crystals once more, and when they make their move, I need to follow them. They will lead me right to the Crystals, and there, they will meet their doom. I will destroy them all at once, and then the Rapture can begin."

The Gutang Ambassador doesn't quite understand... but he doesn't seem all that enthused by the notion of a "rapture" nor does he feel comfortable not understanding those implications. The Gutangs before him murmur as the Ambassador goes to scratch the wooden chin on his mask.

Gutang Ambassador: "R-r-rapture?"

Quellor raises a brow, somewhat disappointed in his apprehension.

Quellor (Astranalogous): "I sense reluctance in your voice."

Gutang Ambassador: "Oh no. It'sh not that. What exshactly do you mean by... rapture?"

Quellor (Astranalogous): "The souls of mortal men, those with love in their hearts, those that care for others, they will rise into the sky, where their souls will be violently ripped from their bodies, destroyed, and their corpses will be used as vessels for the heartless. My disciples will rise from the dead, take on these new bodies, and roam the blackened earth for all eternity. Innocence will die, and the world will become a hell-scape for all of monster-kind.

"You and your people, you will live on. You will be hailed, godlike with power over your vast and endless reach over Grundo. Your mechanical flying demons will torture the skies above and you will never fear another Illiop again. The Illiops... they will all die by my hand! I will eviscerate them so that they no longer plague Grundo or Rillonia with their pathetic existence!"

Quellor clenches his fist with such emotion that he causes his own hand to bleed. He then proceeds to stare at his hand and then brush the crimson liquid onto his robes, excusing himself.

Gutang Ambassador: "Very well. Your proposhal shounds quite... intereshting to shay the leasht. You have our shupport, Shupreme Oppresshor."

Quellor bares his sharpened, dagger-like fangs in a psychotic smile.

Quellor (Astranalogous): "That's what I want to hear."

As Quellor and his associates board the Eclipse once more to finally head back to M.A.V.O. Headquarters, off in the distance, sitting aboard a flying contraption with a pair of binoculars is the ever-curious and inquisitive Louie. Louie has a knack for hearing things that are not meant to be heard. After leaving the Sorcerer's office far back in Ying, he stuck around for but a few seconds more, just long enough to catch wind of the conversation between the Sorcerer and his significantly less intelligent colleagues.

After doing so, Louie decided it was time for a bit of espionage. In order to track down what was happening, he followed the three monsters as they left aboard one of the Sorcerer's Cloppens en route to M.A.V.O. From there, Louie was able to ascertain that it had indeed been M.A.V.O., just as he suspected, responsible for the start of the fire at Newton Gimmick's house. But it wasn't enough for him to simply know who had committed the crime. He wanted to know how, and since he's been tailing Quellor and his henchmen, he has uncovered a vast conspiracy aligning the evil forces from across the land. Louie finds himself in a bit of a panic and with great haste, he pedals his flying contraption back in the direction of the Illiper Kingdom to report his dire news.

As Louie lands his flying contraption and bursts through the gated castle doors in a frantic run, up to the king's chamber, he is met with some very alarmed guards who stop him right at the door. As the king approaches the door to see what is the matter, he is accompanied by several more guards that insist he is careful as he approaches the panicked Grunge. After he has calmed down, he begins relaying his message.

King Nogbert: "Dear goodness, Louie, what news has you so strained that you approach the castle in such a frenzy?"

Louie clears his throat, taking deep breaths as he explains the situation.

Louie: "It appears as though Quellor, the Supreme Oppressor of M.A.V.O. is the one responsible for the fire at the Gimmick household."

The king shakes his head, scowling in such a manner that the sides of his mouth become furrowed parentheses.

King Nogbert: "I should have known only a heinous malcontent like Quellor would be in charge of such a heartless act."

Louie: "But it's not just Quellor or even just M.A.V.O. It's... all of them. It's like all of the evil in the land is congealing into a single massive force in order to stop... something. Something that has to do with the Crystals."

King Nogbert: "The Crystals of Grundo?"

Louie: "I believe so, yes."

The king begins sweating profusely, so much so that Queen Lillibet becomes alarmed by his stress. He sits on his throne as Louie approaches.

Queen Lillibet: "Are you okay, dear?"

He clears his throat, squeaking somewhat as he retorts.

King Nogbert: "Yes, my queen."

Louie: "Not only that. Quellor seems different. I watched this long, black mass extend from his body, a strange and terrifying shadowy figure. I've never seen anything like it before. It's like some horrible evil spirit has taken over his body."

King Nogbert raises his brow.

King Nogbert: "Shadowy figure? Evil spirit? Where have I heard of such a thing before? I... I can't quite put my finger on it, but it sounds so familiar, like something I've read in a book somewhere."

Queen Lillibet finds herself being comforting and reassuring to her distressed husband, as well as Louie, standing at the king's side with folded arms.

Queen Lillibet: "I'm sure it will come to you in some time."

King Nogbert: "Regardless, Teddy and his friends must know. They must retrieve the Crystals. I fear they may be the only means of stopping such a deadly force of evil."

Meanwhile, Quellor stares at the night sky from the guard rail of the Eclipse, entranced as he trails off into the distance with an empty expression on his face. Quellor is approached by Ickly Bognostraclum. He finds himself quite intrigued by how unlike Quellor he's become. Ickly finds himself at odds with his own cowardice, fighting the urge to back away. In the end, he breaks his silence.

Ickly Bognostraclum: "Excuse me, Supreme Oppressor Quellor, your ultimate evilness, your—"

Quellor (Astranalogous): "Spare me the incessant compliments and move on to your point, before you irritate me enough to toss you over this edge. And don't be so pedantic."

Ickly pauses for a second, taking time to carefully phrase his next sentence before uttering it aloud. He twirls his fingers with a worried look on his face. Quellor hasn't even taken his attention off the horizon, nor has the vacant and soulless expression left his face. He now looks like he's been eaten alive by a parasite and his body is no longer his own as if he's become nothing but an animate corpse with sentience.

Ickly Bognostraclum: "It's just that, um, you don't seem like Quellor ever since you've taken on Astranalogous. It's almost as if you're not the same person anymore. The old Quellor took pride in being evil, but he relished being evil like it was fun for him. You've become a lot more, how do I say, direct."

Quellor stops leaning over the railing of the airship and approaches Ickly. Ickly is overtaken by Quellor's massive, overbearing shadow as the Supreme Oppressor stands mere inches from his face. He is overcome with intimidation and braces for a harsh punishment.

Quellor (Astranalogous): "Are you questioning my leadership, Bognostraclum?"

Ickly panics. He fumbles around for the right words to avoid being thrown over the railing of the airship hundreds of meters into the air.

Ickly Bognostraclum: "No, sir, I, no I wouldn't. I mean I would definitely not—"

Quellor (Astranalogous): "M.A.V.O., as it once was, was a mere social club for ne'er-do-wells and wannabe villains, a lodge for the lowdown, a camp for the crooked, a gathering for the egregious. But now... now I have much greater ambitions for M.A.V.O. It is endgame. It is the final curtain over the sick and dying world that has been strangled into submission by the virtues of the Illiops, Perloons, and Illipers of these vast lands. They create peace in a land that was once wild and dangerous. They've made settlements and called home to a world that was once dominated by ruthlessness and force. They have weakened this land. They cannot and will not persevere in times of immense stress like the monsters and villains of the world. They cannot embrace cruelty as we do. Show them adversity, and they cripple like a house of cards. They must be eradicated... every... last... one of them. Now do you understand, Ickly?"

Ickly Bognostraclum: "Yes sir... you're a lot eviler than before."

Quellor leans back over the railing, resuming his stare.

Quellor (Astranalogous): "And you're a lot stupider than before."

Ickly smiles. He begins to walk away, a bit more assured than before.

Ickly Bognostraclum: "Now that's the Quellor I know."