Shoggy 21.5, who'd taken up residence under the Baron Vladimir Harkonnen's sofa, was, despite its somewhat anti-social nature, as involved in the DETHTOWER construction as the rest of the Shoggies. It had slunk out on an almost daily basis to haul its share of rocks around, usually returning to scavenge whatever remained of his dinner before slinking back under the sofa, where it evidently enjoyed the 'sooo cool darkness', occasionally emerging to watch something on the television. The Baron had actually attempted to seal the apartments off from its return at one point, but, this attempt had utterly failed, as the Shoggy merely returned via some ductwork. Short of sealing every single hole in the rooms, including the faucets, keeping the thing out was impossible. And so, the Baron had learned to put up with his unasked-for and unwanted 'pet', and with time, Shoggy 21.5 had begun deciding that Vladimir and Valentine were its tenative 'Masters'. It did tend to take orders, aside from 'don't come back', but it was not nearly as sycophantic as many of the Hogwarts Shoggies. In short, Shoggy 21.5 had ended up with an above-average amount of whatever element of Shoggy psychology had lead to their original revolt, namely a somewhat better-than-average ability to mimic actual thought.
This was why, on the morning of the DETHTOWER's completion, Shoggy 21.5 was actually waiting for Vladimir and Valentine to emerge from the bedroom. It had to wait until nearly noon, but as soon as it had the chance, it announced, "Master Baron Vladimir! Master Lord Valentine! You were seeking a good place for your party. I told you there would be a DETHTOWER soon. We have it, I can show it to you. It is the best place for a party! It's sooo cool." This was unusual behavior from Shoggy 21.5, who'd never waited around to greet them in the morning. It had wanted to go immediately, but, Vladimir insisted on a proper breakfast first, during which Shoggy 21.5 kept going on about their construction, which actually sounded. . .fascinating.
And so, after they'd finished with breakfast, and indulged in a few of Valentine's little treats to start the day properly, the Baron and Valentine donned some appropriately lavish winter coats and followed Shoggy 21.5 out to the school grounds, where it lead them to the DETHTOWER.
Which was not at all what the Baron had been anticipating. He'd gathered that the DETHTOWER involved a tower, lasers, and windmills in some combination, but as soon as they passed into the DETHTOWER's little pocket dimension he found that the idea in his head, colorful as it was with Valentine's chemicals floating around, was a pale notion compared to the reality. One of the lasers pounded a spot of repeatedly-blasted ground only a few meters away, as if emphasizing the tower's presence. Which was hardly needed, as the DETHTOWER emphasized itself well enough without the random laser blasts. These seemed to hit some spots more than others, making them avoidable enough as they approached the impossible staircase leading up to. . .the same level they were already on. For a moment, there really weren't words to describe the thing- the DETHTOWER was an overwhelming mass of whirling death and inconceivable angles. "My dear Valentine," the Baron eventually said, "I think. . . I think that I may be impressed."
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This was why, on the morning of the DETHTOWER's completion, Shoggy 21.5 was actually waiting for Vladimir and Valentine to emerge from the bedroom. It had to wait until nearly noon, but as soon as it had the chance, it announced, "Master Baron Vladimir! Master Lord Valentine! You were seeking a good place for your party. I told you there would be a DETHTOWER soon. We have it, I can show it to you. It is the best place for a party! It's sooo cool." This was unusual behavior from Shoggy 21.5, who'd never waited around to greet them in the morning. It had wanted to go immediately, but, Vladimir insisted on a proper breakfast first, during which Shoggy 21.5 kept going on about their construction, which actually sounded. . .fascinating.
And so, after they'd finished with breakfast, and indulged in a few of Valentine's little treats to start the day properly, the Baron and Valentine donned some appropriately lavish winter coats and followed Shoggy 21.5 out to the school grounds, where it lead them to the DETHTOWER.
Which was not at all what the Baron had been anticipating. He'd gathered that the DETHTOWER involved a tower, lasers, and windmills in some combination, but as soon as they passed into the DETHTOWER's little pocket dimension he found that the idea in his head, colorful as it was with Valentine's chemicals floating around, was a pale notion compared to the reality. One of the lasers pounded a spot of repeatedly-blasted ground only a few meters away, as if emphasizing the tower's presence. Which was hardly needed, as the DETHTOWER emphasized itself well enough without the random laser blasts. These seemed to hit some spots more than others, making them avoidable enough as they approached the impossible staircase leading up to. . .the same level they were already on. For a moment, there really weren't words to describe the thing- the DETHTOWER was an overwhelming mass of whirling death and inconceivable angles. "My dear Valentine," the Baron eventually said, "I think. . . I think that I may be impressed."