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DEAN FLOOP

A wolf.

Just seeing him like this, it’s insane.

He is a full-grown wolf, standing upright on his furry hind legs.

And he is screaming like a lunatic.

“Don’t think about it. Just blast him with a firestream,” hisses Dr. Terrible inside my head. “KILL him.”

Dean Floop is a big gray wolf, standing upright on his hind legs. But the wolf is wearing the Dean’s cloak and robe with his initials on it. And the wolf is wearing a black eye patch over one eye. It’s definitely Dean Floop.

What did you do to him, Dr. Terrible? The Evolution Machine?

“Yes,” says my scaly grandpa. “Now blast him with a firestream. Kill him and take your Queen!”

At that moment, some sort of recording device in the lair broadcasts Dean Floop’s voice from earlier when he tried to shoot me out of the sky over WarWings: “You’re going to die today! And you’re going to die at my talon! You should’ve never crossed horns with me! You’re gonna die! You’re gonna die! Do you understand what I’m saying to you, Gork?! You’re going to die!”

My black heart flutters as I remember the hideous terror I felt when Dean Floop shouted this at me from his ConquerCraft. I feel a mega rage building up inside of me to the point where I go into volcano mode and I can even feel the lava gushing in my skull and it feels like any second the lava is going to explode out the top of my scaly green head.

I am a ruthless-heartless bastard who is ranked first in my senior class.

My WILL TO POWER score is 1000 out of 1000.

My status is Seek&Destroy.

Seek&Destroy. Seek&Destroy. Seek&Destroy.

“Blast him!” hisses Dr. Terrible inside my head. “Do it now!”

And then I do it.

I open my beak and blast a mega firestream.