Dr. Hypothesis sat on his throne made of microscopes, swirling his glass idly. He took a sip of Science Wine, circa 1984, as his guest was ushered in.
"Please," he said, gesturing, "have a seat."
General Villain looked at the chair. "Is that chair made out of test tube racks?" he said.
"Indeed," Hypothesis said.
"Dude," Villain said, "you're throne's made out of microscopes. There's no way that's comfortable."
"I'll cut right to the chase," Hypothesis said. "I've received word that you recently encountered a man with a flying sawblade."
"I mean, if they were upside down and you were sitting on the bottoms of them, I could see that," Villain said, "but they're sideways."
"His blade would have been most amazing, as it would have allowed the blade to spin while he faced forward."
"What? Oh that guy. Yeah, I met him the other day. Gave him some gift cards and he split."
Hypothesis leaned back in his chair and took a sip, his eyes un-focusing. "That sawblade was the crowning achievement of my old partner, Dr. Scienceman," Hypothesis said. "He was the last known person to possess the Beaker Of Truth."
"Is that good?"
"He who holds the Beaker Of Truth will possess the powers of Science, like none other."
"I don't think science is a power, is it?" General Villain asked. "I think science is like, something you learn."
"When humanity fell, I tried to seize the Beaker from him, during the chaos of the Rural Wars," Hypothesis said,
"Are you thinking of Magic?" Villain said. "Because that's different."
"But Scienceman tricked me. It wasn't the Beaker Of Truth, but the Beaker Of Pain," Hypothesis held out his hand. "I've been scarred ever since."
"That looks like a little burn mark," Villain said. "Are you sure you didn't just grab it when it was too hot?"
"I thought Scienceman's legacies died with him," Hypothesis said. "But if his flying sawblade survived the chaos, then perhaps the Beaker Of Truth did as well. I propose we join forces. We'll bring our fight to this...Justice Blade. Once we've beaten the location of the Beaker Of Truth from him, we'll make him pay for your humiliating defeat."
"He didn't really 'defeat' me," Villain said. "He just kinda showed up all 'You killed my partner!', and I was like 'Yeah! Have a gift card.' Then he just flew around, muttering about Taco Bell and justice and whatever. I'm pretty sure he was drunk. He smelled like that kind of vodka you get in a plastic bottle for ten bucks. But, sure, I don't have anything going on."
"Excellent!" Hypothesis said, rising from his throne, lab coat swirling around behind him. "Together we will be invincible! Nothing can stop us!"
"Well, I don't know about 'nothing'," Villain said. "The guy does have a giant flying sawblade."
"NOTHING!"
