Geode turned to face Oz as he approached him. "The prospect of giving me a capable body is otherworldly, Oswald. Not only would such a venture require advanced knowledge of arcane theory, beyond anything your universe could manage, but if I were given a level of power similar to yours after nearly succeeding in exterminating your entire race, what makes you think I would not immediately take that opportunity to plea for a spot among the order, myself? Or kill you off, when the chance arises?" Geode warned, "Your naive nature is not welcome, even if your intents are pure. Do not be mistaken. I am not your friend, nor have my morals been afflicted by your diseased race." Geode paused and turned to Jeff, who seemed to linger behind. "Do not overestimate the limits of your poultry technology. I heard it from Luke as well, you think your creations to be much more capable than they are. If you hold on to such beliefs, you will die before the rest of us." Geode cringed at the thought. Humans reaching anything comparable to his godlike understanding of arcane energy? Preposterous. His nerves struck, he waved the two out of his room with a violent motion. "Get out. I need time to think about our [b]viable [/b]options further. Not your idiotic fairy-tales and childish notions of [i]metal and stone.[/i]"

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