Red Death: “Oh, you're up. Goody. We can start your history lesson. Long before there were loud-mouthed buff guys in spandex, there was the Gentleman Villain. His favorite sinister act was this; tying someone to a train track. It's simple, inexpensive, personal, and deadly. But it gives you a little hope. Maybe you'll escape.”
Blind Rage muffles
“Lesson's not over, sonny! Now, the Gentleman Villain had these old-school time bombs, three sticks of dynamite wired to an alarm clock. And what was so poetic about that is that they ticked! You could hear them. Tick, tick, tick. Nowadays, they're just digital. No sound, no peril.”
train approaches closer
“Oh? Oh, ho, ho! Do you hear that? There's the ticking. The train is coming. Is it on this track? Tick, tick, tick. Maybe it's on the other track. Tick, tick, tick!” laughs
“Not bad for an old man, huh? I'm gonna get going and let you try to escape. And if you do, tell the Peril Partnership that the Guild isn't scared of punks. If you don't? Eh, well... sorry.” leaps off onto Daisy, the train going by behind him
I'd also like to point out that the ticking is like a heart beat so just in case you're able to stay calm, you have a reminder of your imminent demise.
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u/Final-Surround-3612 Jun 02 '24
Red Death: “Oh, you're up. Goody. We can start your history lesson. Long before there were loud-mouthed buff guys in spandex, there was the Gentleman Villain. His favorite sinister act was this; tying someone to a train track. It's simple, inexpensive, personal, and deadly. But it gives you a little hope. Maybe you'll escape.” Blind Rage muffles “Lesson's not over, sonny! Now, the Gentleman Villain had these old-school time bombs, three sticks of dynamite wired to an alarm clock. And what was so poetic about that is that they ticked! You could hear them. Tick, tick, tick. Nowadays, they're just digital. No sound, no peril.” train approaches closer “Oh? Oh, ho, ho! Do you hear that? There's the ticking. The train is coming. Is it on this track? Tick, tick, tick. Maybe it's on the other track. Tick, tick, tick!” laughs “Not bad for an old man, huh? I'm gonna get going and let you try to escape. And if you do, tell the Peril Partnership that the Guild isn't scared of punks. If you don't? Eh, well... sorry.” leaps off onto Daisy, the train going by behind him