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[i]Tom nodded slowly, his expression grave. He looked like an Arkansas father who had no choice but to shoot and bury his son's rabid dog. He opened his extended left hand, palm facing the sky.[/i]

[color=f7976a]"I'll try not to stray from that show, but don't hold me to it. I wind up with Scrooge Mcduck more often than I'd like to admit. As for the win condition... Submission seems proper. I reckon you'll understand why, seein' as you're a quick learner. Kindly make the first move. I prefer using this in the heat of the moment. [i]Charactero Dangledoodius[/i]."[/color]

[i]A white light spanned the breadth of Tom's caged fingers, congealing into a faintly humming orb, its reflection glittering coldly in his sunglasses. Something about the presentation of this particular spell seemed to single it out as something particularly nasty, even compared to Tom's threat to turn the crowd into transvestites. It likely wasn't even remotely lethal, taking into account the indirect nature of Tom's magic, but that didn't mean it would be fun to experience this so-called [i]'Charactero Dangledoodius'.[/i][/i]