"Yeah, yeah," muttered Aeon. He grabbed the still-sniffling Liquorice by the wrist and dashed off, followed by the rest.
It didn't take long to reach Aeon's hideout, thanks to a good number of shortcuts; the hideout itself was hidden amongst the dense foliage in the jungles of Oingo-Boingo-Chunga-Wunga-Kwala-Lala-Lop.
"So, this is your place?" said Nick with a pleasant little smile, "It's nice."
"Oh, shut up," grumbled Aeon, fiddling around amongst the bits and pieces strewn about. Eventually, he found what he was looking for: the control panel for the hideout. He flipped a few switches and pressed a couple of buttons; there was a slight rumbling outside, which gradually grew louder. Aeon smiled. "I've missed this little baby..."
All was still and silent in the Dark World. Blackmore, by now, had been reduced to a giggling madman, fingers clenched into bitter claws; across his face was a manic grin, and his blank eyes were wide as saucers.
"Hyeheh...heheh...heh...heheheheh...hyeheheheh...hyahahaha...hahahaha...HYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" He threw his head back and cackled out loud.