[Bertol appears as soon as he manages to get the camera focused, which he tests by immediately flipping it off and then by leaning down into the lens without a smile. He adjusts his goggles, cracks white-gloved knuckles out in front of him, and turns his back to prepare an ancient detonator.

From his vest pocket, he produces a pocket watch, checks the time, snaps his goggles, and then leans down heavily on the detonator. The camera shakes and in the background there is a huge explosion as what was once Prison Island sinks into the water surrounding it. The island seems to scream on its way out of sight.

Or maybe that's just all those people you were all too late in saving.]

I give it eight stars. Could've used more color.

[Bertol turns to the camera and signals it with a thumbs up and pulls what looks like a thin bone out of his breast pocket to suck on like an unlit cigarette.]

Show's over, boys and girls. Now you can all get back to your normal, everyday lives.

[ooc: The time on this is actually midnight, just fyi. See here for details!]

WHAT THE FUCK?

Who redirected me? Whose dumbass decision was this? I think I'm getting a promotion and this is what you stick me with? Cleaning up toilets in the shit dimension of the universe? I HAVE A DEGREE you sacks of shit.

Oh, right, right, we're mean to be polite in this corner of reality.

Well, excuuuuse me.

It's a pleasure to be working with you. I'll be taking appointments by letter only. Don't smudge the literature and keep your feet off my fucking coffee table.

[ooc: slow due to stats homework]