Welcome back for another chapter my dear friends. I know I teased an I.O.S. cooking chapter, but I found this idea more fun.
Lost Searcher: Now until this point you've only seen one Mark in one universe. But now you'll see many in one place.
The camera starts with an exterior shot of a building named the "Multi Mark clubhouse". The camera enters the building revealing it to be filled with many Mark's. I.O.S. is playing the piano, Serial designation Mark is sitting on a table. Ark zero Mark is working the bar. Scion Mark is on the stage singing to I.O.S. piano playing. And the others are sitting and drinking.
Uzi: Wow, that's a lot of Marks.
N: Why is the goat in the building. He's not Mark, or, A Mark?
Lost Searcher: Well, not exactly, he was Mark but he then changed his name. So he is still technically valid for the club.
Primordial Mark: Hey! Let's do karaoke!
The red trenchcoat wearing Mark said raising his glass in the air, and unsurprisingly they all cheered.
Drone: Well who's going first!?
Many murmurs were heard around the club until the club collectively started to chant Scion Mark.
Scion: Alright, alright! I'll start, and then I.O.S. does a piano solo.
I.O.S. doesn't turn around but he still flips off Scion.
Scion: Real classy goat. Play that one we ALL like to hear.
The club erupts in cheer and chants of "Front Street".
I.O.S. makes a few argent clones of himself with maracas, guitars, drums, and trumpets.
Scion: Alright boys. Let's get this started!
I.O.S. starts playing as the club quiets down.
Scion: "Quick, while she turns her back, slip it in."
Scion: I'm in a meat-pack plant by the gutterside
A slaughterhouse apartment with a slice of lime
I'm cruisin' with the bruisers, boozin', I'll be a suitor, losing my mind
Because there's nothing to find
The fetid stench of bad intentions hangs in the sweat
I'm in a sauna hot with drama, and I'm tryin' to forget
All the masochistic rapture missteps
Imminent pleasure's ready to cut to the bone
Drone modulates his voice to that of an old radio.
Drone: You said, "Let loose," but now you're lost
While I tied my boots like a tightrope noose
The problem chased the taste of the cause
While the evidence supports the truth, is 80 enough proof for you?
The Mark's start to sing along with him while holding their drinks up.
Scion: Here's to my lady, and I'm coming inside
Drink to me, baby, and what's left of what's right
It's easier to use and lose than never to have used you
On a fucked up Saturday night
Good times on Front Street
Scion: Loose lips sink ships, but captain, will you go down?
Float your boat 'til overboard and hoping to drown
Tell me what prevented you from coming downtown all alone
Because we know you're not afraid
This chastity is Greek to me, the meat is still fresh
The gnashing teeth will masticate the bones from the flesh
Since nobody will tell me where these bastards go, I'll see for myself
I think they might go to hell
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FanfictionYep. I've officially gone the deep end and now I'm making a "universes react to" book. Xenophanes: So much for not doing one! Orion: Get out of here! But yes. I did say I wasn't going to do one but then I thought, "I've already made like four books...
