i. adventure is out there![Dr. Doofenshmirtz has been holed up in the laboratory almost all day. Whenever you pass by the door, strange construction noises can be heard coming from inside. Hammering, drilling, occasionally the sound of a squeaky toy...you know, regular building materials.
If you peer inside the room, you'll see the doctor hunched over the workshop table, making something that looks like...a big remote? He perks up at the sound of the door opening, grinning widely and spinning around in his chair.]
Ah, Perry the Platypus! You're just in time to see--
[When he catches a glimpse of the person standing in the doorway, his excited expression turns sour as he scowls and crosses his arms.]
Ehhh. Right. You're not Perry the Platypus.
ii. life is quite absurd!Tiny sandwiches? Can this place get any better?
[Doofenshmirtz helps himself to one or two--or three--tiny hors d'oeuvres and attempts to shove them into his mouth. Alas, he's wearing a plague doctor mask and cannot actually eat them. After struggling for a few moments, he decides to simply slip the food into his pockets. The food is doomed to be forgotten until laundry day, where he'll wash his lab coat and wonder why there are stains on the cloth.
He taps the side of his mask, looking thoughtful as he watches the crowd mingle among themselves. After a few moments, he pipes up in an excited tone.]
You know, this would be a great place to try out one of my latest inventions, the Party-Crashinator! [A beat.] Of course, I don't have it on hand, but this would be the perfect testing grounds!
iii. and death's the final word!Oh, ew!
[Doofenshmirtz shrinks at the sight of the man crushed under the safe. Despite everything, however, he still look far more exasperated than he looks disgusted. He never doubted that someone would be willing to kill for something as petty as money--after all, he's committed worse atrocities over more petty things, but he does have a few complaints.]
C'mon, have some consideration for others! [He waves his arms in an frantic manner.] If you're at least going to kill someone, clean up after yourself! Or make an -inator that'll do it for you!
[Clearly, he's much more upset about Improper Villain Practices than the actual death at hand.]
dr. doofenshmirtz | phineas & ferb
[Dr. Doofenshmirtz has been holed up in the laboratory almost all day. Whenever you pass by the door, strange construction noises can be heard coming from inside. Hammering, drilling, occasionally the sound of a squeaky toy...you know, regular building materials.
If you peer inside the room, you'll see the doctor hunched over the workshop table, making something that looks like...a big remote? He perks up at the sound of the door opening, grinning widely and spinning around in his chair.]
Ah, Perry the Platypus! You're just in time to see--
[When he catches a glimpse of the person standing in the doorway, his excited expression turns sour as he scowls and crosses his arms.]
Ehhh. Right. You're not Perry the Platypus.
ii. life is quite absurd!
Tiny sandwiches? Can this place get any better?
[Doofenshmirtz helps himself to one or two--or three--tiny hors d'oeuvres and attempts to shove them into his mouth. Alas, he's wearing a plague doctor mask and cannot actually eat them. After struggling for a few moments, he decides to simply slip the food into his pockets. The food is doomed to be forgotten until laundry day, where he'll wash his lab coat and wonder why there are stains on the cloth.
He taps the side of his mask, looking thoughtful as he watches the crowd mingle among themselves. After a few moments, he pipes up in an excited tone.]
You know, this would be a great place to try out one of my latest inventions, the Party-Crashinator! [A beat.] Of course, I don't have it on hand, but this would be the perfect testing grounds!
iii. and death's the final word!
Oh, ew!
[Doofenshmirtz shrinks at the sight of the man crushed under the safe. Despite everything, however, he still look far more exasperated than he looks disgusted. He never doubted that someone would be willing to kill for something as petty as money--after all, he's committed worse atrocities over more petty things, but he does have a few complaints.]
C'mon, have some consideration for others! [He waves his arms in an frantic manner.] If you're at least going to kill someone, clean up after yourself! Or make an -inator that'll do it for you!
[Clearly, he's much more upset about Improper Villain Practices than the actual death at hand.]
iv. wildcard
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