I mentioned above that Fenris has not posted in quite some time. Here it is Monday, and according to his profile, his last post was on 7/27 at 1:10 pm (a short time after the last post in this thread).
Is Scylla really that powerfull?
Do I need to start calling out the Amish guys to retaliate?
Scylla you got some 'splainin to do.
I do prophetize, now and for the record of the ages, that if indeed you have struck him down, he shall become more powerful than you can imagine.
Fenris! NO!
::Whispy, ethereal voice:: Run, Attrayant, Run!
(Exchange of gunfire between Scylla’s henchmen & Attrayant’s motley band of rescuers…)
Bwahahahahahahaahahahah!
Let’s pull up the cage and look at his bones, shall we?
[SouthPark]
You BASTARD! You killed Fenris!!
[/SouthPark]
Hehe… he said “bone”… hehehe
I was still waiting for my soul to be appraised. Your insane quest for world domination has cost me a potentially lucrative spiritual transaction. You hace demonstrated both negligence and callous disregard for the free market. You shall be hearing from my lawyers shortly. Let’s see how all-powerful you feel when sitting through a tort deposition!
Oh, and since I know that other dopers from other states have also suffered from your anti-competetive spiritual practices, I will also be referring the matter to the Justice Department.
Harrumph!
[sub]What’s that? Fenris got killed? Oh. That was pretty mean, too.[/sub]
::scratches head::
Yep. There’s the bones. Well chewed and everything.
Now what do I do?
I got attracted to this evil-genius-bent-on-world-domination thing because I get to act really irresponsibly and do whatever I want.
I don’t have to worry about it, because the good guy will always step in and foil my evil plans before any real harm is done.
I also get to be real creative thinking up ingenious ways to kill the good guy, but I never have to feel guilty because the good guy always escapes.
It’s fun.
I mean what would you think if that bald guy from S.P.E.C.T.O.R. strapped James Bond down in front of a giant man-eating lion, and the lion actually ate him?
What would you do for the rest of the movie? What would the bald guy do if he can’t plot against James Bond anymore? He’d probably get depressed.
What about the sequel?
So the global markets are falling apart just like I planned and Fenris has been consumed by the Screaming Mutant Eeels.
Again, now what?
It’s not like the questions were all that hard. I was expecting him to escape, if not by answering the questions than by whipping out some eel repellent and swimming free or something.
Now who’s gonna fix the markets?
More importantly, now that I’ve killed Fenris, what am I going to do when I feel like killing Fenris some more?
Maybe I should have picked a more resilient nemesis.
I feel such sweeping ennuui.
yea, now you think of it. harumph. mutter mutter damn despots never acting mature…
Well, you can always follow up by going after Elmo…
[nitpick mode]
It’s S.P.E.C.T.R.E.
[/nitpick mode]
Of course, Phil Spector’s “Wall of Sound” was pretty evil, too. 
Sorry, Scylla, but there is only one thing that could have bound Fenris:
What’s that? They were out of Dwarven Gleipnir Ultra-Bond at the Aspiring World Conqueror Mart? So Fenris actually did escape your nefarious trap. Aww, that’s too bad. Maybe next time you should at least enlist your buddy Charybdis.
:: Fenris strolls in, from off-stage left, reading a comic book ::
:: Looks at mess of cage/eels/etc ::
:: Looks at crowd ::
What’s all the hubbub, bub?
:: Gets story ::
Nah. That wasn’t me. That was a robot-duplicate. I always keep a few spares around for just such an emergency. Th’ bones were robot-bones. Watch:
:: picks one up, twists it, it pops open revealing wires, circuit boards, etc. ::
I escaped and substituted it back on page one when the “Zan and Jayna” question short-circuited the mechanism. I can’t believe all the plastic and rubber that those eels ate. You’re gonna have some sick eels.
But those robots are expensive. Hmmmmm. Of course you realize this means war.
:: eyes Scylla narrowly ::
<ominous music>
Fenris
Fenris! Dude, I was so worrie… err. I mean. Curses! Foiled again!
I’ll get you yet.
After all.
You only live twice Mr. Fenris.
Ohhhhhh!!! ** Fenris!!!** :swoon:
Don’t scare me like that again!
Sorry to bother you, just thought I’d clean up after the fiasco (I appologize ahead of time for the awful joke).
If that wasn’t Fenris, then whose toenails did Shayna send me?
Great. Now I have to boil my hands.
OK, so this is a little late, but I have an explanation for all of you dithering about the little furry mammals’ digestive tracts. You all forgot that I joined the Scylla Evil Empire[sup]TM[/sup] as the resident Mad Scientist. These were special genetically engineered Mess-Free Small Furry Mammals[sup]TM[/sup] - no muss, no fuss. All byproducts simply evaporate into thin air, making it slightly thicker. And smellier.
I’ve been reviewing this entire incident, and my original thesis stands.
The Zan and Jayna question did not short circuit the computer as I knew it wouldn’t.
The cage remained locked, and Fenris was irrevocably trapped.
However, when Fenris pulled his little bluff about Zan and Jayna, some idiot ::glowers at Smeghead:: checked the locking mechanism to make sure it was secure. In the process of checking there was a 10 second interval while the foolproof (apparently not,) lock cycled and Fenris made his escape, switching himself with a robot dummy.
If my eels didn’t have indigestion from all this plastic, I’d feed you to them!
I’ll give you a second chance though.
First we need to devise a way to recapture Fenris, before he can make good on that threat he implied with his squint. Notice that he’s probably tapped into our communications and is even reading these very words, so he’ll be wary. It won’t be easy.
Second we’ll have to devise another foolproof trap to kill him once we got him.
So we have 3 phases
Note that phases one and two may occur simultaneously.
Don’t worry though, if Fenris proves too hard to trap we can always kill somebody else while we’re waiting.
Ooh Ooh! I think we should slowly drop water on someone’s head so they slowly lose their brain cells and go crazy!
Mwahahahahaha
[sub]drip-drop, drip-drop, drip-drop, drip-drop[/sub]
Look, the “Mad” in Mad Scientist isn’t just an honorific. What do you expect? Besides, my main focus is biology, and creating horrible misshapen demon-spawn to do your unholy will. Even I don’t have enough hubris to think that I can try to control a cage lock through a Windows NT server.
I’ll start thinking up new plans immediately. Lemme look through my inventory…
Lessee, we got a few flying carnivorous hippos, some short-necked giraffes (okay, not really terrifying, but it was a heck of a methodological challenge), a foul-tempered flock of flatulent chickens, a six-breasted Cindy Crawford clone (oops - that’s my personal closet), a wolverine with the head of Cecil Adams (now you know what happened to him), and an unidentified ooze that I found in a Tupperware container in the lab fridge, under the Ebola samples. It’s a start…