The Dayman, still resolute and stalwart, as royalty always is. Stayed put.<br/><br/>"Patience, yes. Royalty do not possess that. We have no need to really. We receive what we want, when we want, you see."<br/><br/>He flicked his codpiece in the direction of a nearby hipster, who was munching on a plate of brownies, of questionable content. The plate began to glow a shade of purple, overcome with the powers of pomp, and it floated over to The Dayman, who promptly took a large bite.<br/><br/>"Exquisite! I can't identify whatever this...potent ingredient is. You commoners cook such interesting food. Perhaps because you cannot afford proper ingredients? Ah no matter! Have some brownies while we await!"<br/><br/>He pushed the plate towards Scarlet.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>The Nightman, lulled to sleep by the assembly line anthem clanking in the background, was leaned over a laptop containing the layout for the duplicates being...well...duplicated. A large window was open with a translucent frame of The Nightman, with a layer of cogs and wires inside, and a transparent layer of metal cast over the top. The title read "Obsidian Nights".<br/><br/>Sir, sir you really should wake up. Please. Just...what? No. No sir, I wasn't watching you sleep. No! Well of course I narrate everything. It's my job to...well yes. Everything. Yes...sir...even your alone time. Well of course it is awkward, for both of us I must admit, but my job must be done. No...no I suppose if no one is around to hear it...then I shouldn't be narrating but sir...right now you have to wake up because...well people are around to hear. There has to be action you can't just sleep! You are a villain! Monologue or something.<br/><br/>I...yes, sir. I apologize. I don't know how to do your job..only you know how to do your job. I am just a henchmen. I...ok. The Nightman rose from his well needed slumber, and looked quite rested and magnificent I might add. No bed head at all! Clothing still askew...sorry...yes I know how much you hate ass kissing sir. I will stick to the approved dialogue.<br/><br/>"Hmmmm."<br/><br/>The Nightman reached down and tilted his laptop screen upwards so that he could see it without seating himself again.<br/><br/>"Clone capacity at nearly 60%. Impressive for an out dated bunker."<br/><br/>He walked across the room, passing the occasional Project Midnight banner, coffee mug, stuffed animal, bumper sticker, underpants, condoms, posters, and gift cards. Coincidentally...the gift shop was to the right of the cloning room. They used to give tours back in the day I hear. In hindsight...that may have contributed to them being shut down.<br/><br/>The Nightman made it to a large warehouse section, filled with upright robot clones. Eyes closed, motionless, and with no commands entered thus far.<br/><br/>"I just wish I knew how to control them. It seems Project Midnight may have had similar issues...which is why I opted for robots instead but...so far they do not obey."<br/><br/>He turned his attention to the heap of destroyed robots, that were delightfully dimwitted enough to attempt to live their own lives and disobey The Nightman. Honestly, what kind of robotic clone of an evil clone wants to travel the world and meet the woman of his dreams? Such a silly idea. They were terminated immediately.<br/><br/>Sir, I believe you should see this. Yes, at the laptop. A live feed was being shown from Stormfront. The Dayman had just controlled an inanimate object and brought it towards him.<br/><br/>"Hmmm. The codpiece....somehow gives him complete control over objects."<br/><br/>He minimized the cam feed and began to stare at the clone setup.<br/><br/>"We need to get that codpiece, at any cost."<br/><br/>Then he raised the production speed of the assembly line to full power.