The Dark Lord is on his throne, enjoying his new and improved base

he sighs as he drinks a hot coffee one morning, observing the city that will soon fall under his control, just as the entire internet will do in the future

suddenly, this moment of villainy is broken by a piece of glass breaking, it's you who has just broken some of his paintings and The Chosen One who for some reason still keeps to himself

"who's here?!"

and shouts angrily as he stands up and turns around looking for the source of the noise