"Fair enough then."
He whistled for a little imp to bring him his clipboard, "Lessee...sinners to torture, lava to order, yadda yadda yadda"
"I honestly cant remember."
Disaster poked the flower idly, "Such a nice flower..."
M.A.1 left Morgaine in the workshop and walked past Disaster, turning back into his machine self, "drats...the potion ran off"