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With a popping sound and a slight puff of smoke, Drac and Mithias appeared in the centre of the Theatre. As always the coffee lounge was filled with customers, a wide variety of figures from all over the multiverse coming to sample Bob's collection. Always in the centre of things was Bob himself, spinning and laughing as he casually multiplied, multiple forms taking orders and serving them across an expanse the size of a small city. The scents and sights were maddening, but the two weathered souls that had now made their way to this realm were well versed in the madness of Bob's domain, and would find it more nostalgic than stunning. Laughter and screams were aplenty here, and a chorus of unearthly musics tied the entire scene together.

Before Drac could take a step, one of Bob's many bodies appeared in front of him, smiling as he began to speak. Then, suddenly, he stopped, leaning down to stare Drac in the face. Every other Bob disappeared, as the baffled Chaos God inspected Drac's soul. Holding up a finger to shush Drac for a moment (comedic timing forcing him into silence) Bob pulled out a massive tome, bound in the still-living bodies of screaming unborn children. He flipped through the pages, scanning the vast list of names before finally coming to the one he'd been looking for. He seemed to take a moment, looking between the book and Drac, clearly confused.

Then, with the speed of thought, Bob swept down and pulled Mithias down near the floor. The Chaos God's face was nearly pressed to Mithias ear as he, in overly dramatic fashion, whispered into his ear. "Don't look now, but there's a dead guy standing behind you...."