"I underestimated you. You're right, it was a plan to kill you. Don't worry, you will still die, but I doubt it will be as easy as I predicted."
"You bastards tormented me for years, now I think it's my time to kick some ass!"
"Your proposition does intrigue me. You would like to square off with me in a battle?"
"Battle? Like right here? Right now?"
"Neither here nor now. But a duel though time. A battle between dimensions. One Necronomicon master to another."
"Yeah, umm. . . fuck you." You say, nonchalantly, raising your middle finger.
You watch as Cell reveals a silver book that reflects a blinding light in your eye. "What's that?" He grins and opens it up. It's the Necronomicon, his Necronomicon.
"I am the master of this tool, you think you can take me on?"
"I'm a schmuck from the mid-West, you think I have a chance?" Cell walks over to you and holds out his silver book.
"Touch it. It shall awaken your power and then you will have the strength to battle."
What do you do?
Screw this! Tackle the bastard and start beating him to death
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