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"Laplace, was it? What do you want? If you want a fight, we'll fight." Elayne said, pointing her shovel at him.
"O-Oh! Wait a bit there! I am not the fighting type like that poor old guy of Ernest!" Laplace laughed, floating in midair, and suddenly sitting over the ceiling. "Milady has allowed me full control over this dungeon, whatsoever! And she said that her lord cannot wait for all of you to die… So here I am, poor little me, given the task of making you suffer as much as possible! But that ain't that fun, right? Not without fair games, and I love games!"
"He talks like a child…" Rita sighed. "Is this really a Death General?"
"Come on now, don't say that… Or do you want to turn into a wooden doll too?" Giggled Laplace.
"Can you really turn everyone into one?" Asked Mark. "That's a ridiculous power!"
"Well, essentially… I- Ah, why should I even explain it." Laughed Laplace. "Anyways! Let's play a game fair and square…"
POOF! POOF! POOF!
