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"You almost died, I tell you hwat…" said a familiar voice.
Dale's single eye snapped open. Everything about him hurt. But where was he now? He sorely sat up and realised that his old buddy Hank was standing before him, viewing the sunset from the peak of a mighty mountain. In the distance, a blazing city that reeked of cheese, probably cheddar.
"Hank… I wouldn't come near me. I'm a real rebel as of late…" said Dale. He was somewhat proud of his actions, but also quite sick to his stomach.
Hank turned around. "Dang it, Dale… You did something really atrocious. You took down the mightiest provider of technology in the country. Now Texas will no longer be supplied with propane and propane accessories."
Dale snickered in a defeated tone. "Hank… I tried to make a point… I tried to prove them wrong…" He looked up wearily, tears streaming down his left side. "Hank… What even is justice anymore?"
"Well, it certainly ain't this…" Hank muttered, gesturing to the flames.
Dale slowly stood up and approached Hank. "My work here is done… Station Square will rebuild upon the ashes."
"And if it becomes exactly what you just destroyed?" Hank said sternly.
Dale crossed his arms. "Then I will reinstate my conquest… I will take on the heir of this dismal dystopia…"
Hank eyed the man with tormented confliction.
"Yes, Hank… There will come a time when Nelson's spawn will resurrect these injustices. And I will be there to defeat him once again…"
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