Lord Chefnix

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Chef Nixel enters a mechanized suit, one created from refined Nixelite. They get acquainted with the armor, grinning with glee, "Ouii hee!! I'll get those Mixels... and their little Crapple too!!!" He lightly cackles, looking at a monitor.

"Those Goodnyghts... have... BACKUP!?," Lord Chefnix yells, sending a nearby Major careening into the wall, "Your... cookliness?," Major says, prepared to be flung into a wall. "Yes papa?," Chefnix replies, surprising the Major before he remembers the cloning machine. "Well... maybe we can get some more Nixels in production! Take em while they're still down!" Chefnix rubs his chin-for lack of a better term, "Nixellent... and we won't have any N-Mixels, correct?" Major feels sick at the idea, "No problemo, they will be nixed on SIGHT!"

Chefnix laughs, but then zooms in on some footage, "Hmm... that's strange..." He focuses on some dark blue and lime blurriness seen in the background. "Maybe Major, this could also be ze time to take advantage of a conflict!! Unlike that previous 'King'... for lack of a better word."

"And now Major, we wait..." Lord Chefnix says, plotting and imagining absolutely smashing a mix.

Their stomach growls.

"Oh yeah, please order a pizza, gracias."

The End

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