Edge was sitting on a chair, his head lying on the table in front of him. He wasn't sleeping, he wasn't even tired, he just hated work. No, that wasn't true, either; he just liked resting. He liked quiet and peace, just like any normal person, and he found the best way to find those things was to feign ineptitude. And, if prior experience was any indication, he wasn't going to get a whole lot of that for awhile.
"Edge? Edge?"
Edge raised his head and opened his eyes. Boss was standing on the opposite end of the table, looking genuinely confused.
"Hey, you found your way here." Edge said. "What took you so long?"
"Followed someone here...I'm completely lost here..." Boss looked around the room a couple times before asking "So what do you make of this?"
"It's confusing as all hell is what it is. I had to make a list in order to keep everything straight." Edge then pulled out that list, in the form of a small notebook. "So! We have a spanish snail that thinks it's french, a glowy woman with a sword, a passive aggressive, but oddly nice, semi-organic robot-thing, a thing that can't be a person but thinks it is, a guy with a sword and a dragon, a tall, pale, murerific fella, not to mention gibbery pointy-hair and the good captain. We're in a flying boat (a boat, like one you sail in) somewhere over France, maybe, and we were being chased by two fighter planes just a minute ago."
Boss and edge sat in silence for a moment, collecting their thoughts.
"Murderific is an unusual word to use. So...why?"
"Ehhh, I became suspicious of his murderific-ness when he said he killed his whole country, and my suspicions were confirmed when he floated out of the ground and pointed a tank cannon at Phoenix."
"...murdered his whole country?"
"Probably a stupid country, like The Ottoman Empire."
"...why do you say that?"
"Have you ever seen The Ottoman Empire on a globe?"
