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[bacondivination]

You go too far, Iron Man! You know not what you have done, knavish cullion. I will relish taking my revenge, make no mistake. I hate you, hate, with every ounce of my being and this shall not be a mistake you ever dare repeat.

[ Loki's mad. Real mad.

Just in case that wasn't obvious. ]

I was on level four hundred and thirty-three! [ His voice goes high enough it cracks on the last word, and he huffs before continuing. ] Why would you even do that? Is this not against your Midgardian Geneva Conventions? Candy Crush Saga should be sacred and untouchable.

[ He hasn't even checked his other games yet. He deflates somewhat, plaintively fussing: ] It's just so rude.

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[bacondivination]

[ He wrinkles his nose at her. ]

I've been deprived of Google, so don't judge me. It makes your Midgardian technology a more opaque subject than you think it.

[superieure]

[Unruffled.]

The day I do not judge will be a black day indeed.

[bacondivination]

Though we've not spoken much, I would know to kill you immediately if you acted in such a way. Clearly it would not be you that spoke, but perhaps a Skrull or some other shapeshifter.

[superieure]

You'd have to get to that Skrull before I did, at any rate.

[bacondivination]

Oh, certainly, but we could make a great game of it.

[superieure]

Oh? Such as?

[bacondivination]

[ Seriously: ] Whack-a Skrull, of course. After all, you get one of them? You've got the whole infestation.

[superieure]

[Monet's expression is somewhere in between wanting to laugh and wanting to facepalm.]

Ten points to Mr. Stark.