(providing me both clonable DNA from the spit on their envelope flaps *and* with enough address information for my ninjas to hunt them down like dogs and kill them when my clones are ready to replace them–but I digress), “what does your Dark Tower look like as it stands lonely vigil and rears itself above the mystic fogs of your Cursed Realm?”
Funny you should ask! Here’s a purty little picture of the ol DT ratcheer!:
Note Mount Doom in the background (behind the ruins of the Dead City of Minas Morgul). I need to toddle over to the Sammath Naur and stoke those subterranean fires. It’s about time I wiped Tacoma (or “Pompeii by the Sound” as I like to call it) off the map, just to show a frightened world I mean business.