remembering that a while ago you got drunk and invested your life savings and your soul in a 10% share of hell, you decide to use the phone booth and make a few calls to that eccentric stock broker you met in college.
After a while ground shakes as black vans erupt from the ceiling and landing...
I always thought that it would take place either after the core fight or water way, with misery kidnapping Curly on the doctor's orders in order to be used in the G-clone in order to supplement his forces in case the mimiga don't work out.
Upon closer inspection, the insurance agent looks familiar with his goggles, droopy ears, white fur, and his hand caressing the feet of your totally not deceased body below you (of which these bimbos either don't seem to notice, or are to freaked out to even say anything)
You awaken in the hospital ER feeling very light. Weightless as a matter a fact. you appear to be floating over a very convincing doppelganger sleeping in the hospital bed as several familiar people surround the bed. A few have broken down crying and the insurance agent is talking about how you...
From the highest tower, the brother of the dark lord you have slain, the dark king of dark ever shadowing darkness, Jacky Sherman looks out of the window to see not only that there is a drunk crazed robot with a bubble gun running straight for his lair, but that his castle is on fire.
You take the Bubbler in hand and charge toward the nearest symbol of authority... of which is a flaming castle surrounded by a moat infested with adorable and friendly capybaras of which are liable to hug and help you swim across.
You look down to see that your half consumed drink is not a strawberry blueberry smoothy spiked with apple juice, but the infamous Curly Brace. Half of it's rum content now rampaging through your artificial veins kidneys has made you feel delirious and confrontational.