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A Long Awaited Reunion [Action/Voice/Video]

[Murray has found himself back in the Item Shop, where to his delight he's come across a familiar though old skeletal arm, still covered in a layer of now dried paste. Anyone nearby or over the journal may see a skull sitting beside the arm exclaiming loudly.]

My arm! At last! Enemies beware, for Murray, the mighty demonic skull is no longer one mere skull, but has limbs again! ...one limb! Again! The powers of torment are once more within my grasp! BWAHAHAHA!!!

[Muttered] Still a bit pasty. Ergh.

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Oh, go on. It's not as if you... Actually, you know what? Nope, nevermind. I don't know where it's been. And it's all bony and human-y anyway.

No mere human-y arm now! This arm is full of demonic power!

Did you just say demonic power? I suppose that does explain how you're talking without all those horrible fleshy bits that humans like to keep on their faces.

They are disgusting, aren't they? ...I do miss the power of lips though.

[Wheatley narrows his eye and stares at the skull for a moment.]

Mate, that's completely disgusting.

Disgustingly terrifying! With a sneer I could send full grown vicious pirates sobbing for their mothers!

Ohhh. Ohhhh! Oh, wow, I was thinking of something totally different. I'm dead embarrassed now.

Ooo! Did you die too? [Possessed cannon ball?]

Erm, no, I just meant it in the figurative sense. Is that what you are then? The walking dead- Well, not walking obviously, but you know, the undead, a shambling, er, no, sorry. Sorry about that.

[Muttered] Rolling undead.

I am Murray! The mighty demonic skull and all who look upon my ghastly visage cower in terror!

Oh, right. Pleased to meet you, mate. I'm Wheatley. Hey, that's something we've got in common then, isn't it? The rolling, I mean, not the cowering thing. I've tried terrifying mere mortals before, didn't go so well. Not worth it if you ask me.

Not worth it? Not worth it?! Ha! I should have expected as much from a...glowy...ball.

Hey, what's that supposed to mean?

[Sounding more offended than confrontational.]

You don't look threatening at all! What would you know of threatening mortals?

I can be threatening when I want to, thank you very much indeed. [Sounding a bit offended now.] I might not look like much, but I did used to have a body, you know. A big huge one, at that.

Really? So did I! Not...huge as such. But threatening.

Really? What was yours like? I bet it was really scary, with like claws and talons and spikes and everything, wasn't it?

And horns! Giant bloodstained horns! And demonic wings the size of ship sails! Bwahaha, the mere glimpse of me was enough to drive men mad! [Mad mad!]

Ooh, yeah, blood, you've got to have the blood, haven't you? Wouldn't be proper demonic power without some dripping blood. Oh! And fire, you've got to be on fire if you're a demon. You don't look very on fire at the moment though. Let's find some matches!

Especially in the sockets! Eyes of hell! [Now there's an idea.]

Sounds brilliant! Alright, let's take a look around for something flammable. [He repeats the last word a couple of times, thinking about it as he swivels his eye around the room.] Flamm...able... flammable...

[There's some paper nearby. Murray will just start trying to get a hold his arm in his teeth and after a lot of grumbling manages to get his teeth firmly around it. Now if he could just move it over.

After much grunting and flopping, he manages to drag some close.]

Now what?

[As Murray tries to grab the paper with his arm, Wheatley constantly encourages him.]

Alright, yep, you've, you've got the arm there, of course, that's a start. Now you just need to move it on over to where the paper is. There you go, you've- Nope, nevermind. Don't worry. Keep trying, left a bit, right a bit...

[And eventually:]

Hey! Well done! I thought you weren't gonna manage it for a moment there. Alright, now we just need to find a way to stuff it in your eyes. Could be a bit complicated, actually.

Where's some muscle when you need it?

Hey, I've got plenty of muscle- Yeah! That's it. How about if I just, you know, throw myself off this shelf and land on you. Wait, no, wait - hear me out, it's good, I promise. If you just scrunch up all that paper into little balls and lean forward a bit, I'll throw myself onto you and it'll all get jammed in your eyes with any luck.

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