He Who Fights with Monsters 11 (He Who Fights with Monsters, #11)

by Shirtaloon

“Our ultimate objective,” Farrah said, “is to seize control of this transformation zone. We’re in an isolated world that Jason knew he would need to take over. And I can promise you that, in Jason’s mind, a volcano lair in the shape of your head is exactly how you start your plan to take over the world. The only thing missing is a…” She trailed off as her eyes went wide. She turned to look at Clive. “No,” she said. Clive let out the sigh of a man fresh from a losing battle. “I’m afraid so,” he told her. Jason sat back in his chair with a grin so wide, it looked like he was propping his mouth open with raw smugness. “I don’t suppose you’d like to share with the group?” Arabelle suggested. “To be clear,” Clive said, his expression screaming reluctance, “what we’re talking about is an integrated array on a geographic scope, with the power to manipulate the environment on a macro scale.” “Yeah,” Sophie muttered. “That cleared it right up.” “He means a weather machine!” Jason said as he shook his fist in triumph. “I do not mean a weather machine,” Clive said. “Calling it that is not an accurate representation of the underlying⁠—” “WEATHER MACHINE!” Jason yelled joyously over him. A fluffy white cat leapt into Jason’s lap and he started petting it. The cat had a bushy moustache. Clive sighed again.

OH. MY. FUQQING.GAWD. He went James Bond Villain again... What the actual Fuq?? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7BT00WU7Iss