Innovation never ceases, and that's especially true for one Y/N L/N. After a laser accident turns him from scientist to subject, his life will never be the same. Oh yeah, and there's singing toilets.
Original idea by DaFuqBoom. Credit to DOM Studios...
However, the toilet is knocked away by a figure with a hammer.
Guardian Clockman
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The leader of the Clocks walks up to you.
Chief Clockman
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Chief Clockman: (British) Good day! My name is Charles Cogsworth the III. (tips hat) I am the Lord of the Clockmen...so I suppose you could refer to me as Time Lord. Anyhow, we Clockmen are looking to join that little Alliance of yours. What do you say?
Y/N: Sure, we need all the help we can get.
Time Lord: Splendid! Friendships are best signified with gifts, but this one is a little more...special.
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He hands you a watch.
Y/N: Flattered, but I've never been really excited about expensive watches.
Time Lord: Oh my dear boy, this is so much more than a common shiny trinket! Please put that on and allow me to demonstrate.
He motions over to three other individuals.
Alarm Clockman, Large Clockman, Torsion Pendulum Clockman
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Time Lord: Centurion? Do your thing.
The hands of Large Clockman, referred to as Centurion, slowly tick to 12:00. Suddenly, they rotate backwards and he emits a bright yellow wave of light.
Y/N watches as time freezes, several toilets stop moving and several figures flying overhead stop. Y/N realises the watch grants him immunity to the clocks' effects.
Centurion's face defaults to 12:00 and begins to tick.
Time Lord: We've only got a minute. Come now, time is of the essence.
The group spends the next minute placing watches on the arms of the other alliance members, including Brian who has a new bladed prosthetic to replace his lost left arm. The group then places several explosives near the toilets, around their bowls and in their mouths.
Finally they all move to a safe distance and watch. Centurion's face resets as time continues. A large explosion envelops the toilets where the Alliance members were seconds before.
Y/N gives Centurion a thumbs up.
Time Lord: Jolly good show. Now, we have business to attend. Come, let us clear out our lovely city.
