"Too spicy!"
Apocalypse sputters and whirs.
And then he explodes.
You have only brief moments to be confused, however, because...
...a hologram of Apocalypse appears before you.
"My robot facsimile did not enjoy his time with you," says Apocalypse. "There will be no real date between us. Good-bye."
Sheesh. Tem-per-mental!
Would you like to go on another date?
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