[There are many things that run through Carmen's mind (concealed safely inside her head, which itself is concealed safely inside her borrowed helmet and face mask) at the sound of the all-too-familiar voice, and many of them are approximately of the sentiment, though not necessarily the precise vocabulary, of phrases that one could not repeat on childrens' television, with topics including but not limited to:
> nietzsche what the [oh no] are you doing here > nietzsche what the [bad word] you are supposed to be in mahogany > nietzsche why are you flirting with someone you think is cobra commander > ...also what are these secret plans you are apparently up to > but start with why you are flirting with cobra commander
However, since none of these topics are ones that would actually occur to Cobra Commander, save perhaps "why are you flirting with Cobra Commander" (and even then it's questionable, because who is she to judge), she's got to come up with something else instead.
...and seriously hope that this mask does a fair job of masking her voice.
And seriously hope that Nietzsche's eidetic memory doesn't instantly notice that something is clearly off because — yeah, she's basically [whoopsie]ed, who is she kidding.]
Projectssss? What kind of projectsssss?
[But then, with all the mercurial whimsy of a man who would in complete seriousness commission a big-ass snake throne for himself— ]
Never mind! Tell me ssssssome other time, I don't have time today!
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> nietzsche what the [oh no] are you doing here
> nietzsche what the [bad word] you are supposed to be in mahogany
> nietzsche why are you flirting with someone you think is cobra commander
> ...also what are these secret plans you are apparently up to
> but start with why you are flirting with cobra commander
However, since none of these topics are ones that would actually occur to Cobra Commander, save perhaps "why are you flirting with Cobra Commander" (and even then it's questionable, because who is she to judge), she's got to come up with something else instead.
...and seriously hope that this mask does a fair job of masking her voice.
And seriously hope that Nietzsche's eidetic memory doesn't instantly notice that something is clearly off because — yeah, she's basically [whoopsie]ed, who is she kidding.]
Projectssss? What kind of projectsssss?
[But then, with all the mercurial whimsy of a man who would in complete seriousness commission a big-ass snake throne for himself— ]
Never mind! Tell me ssssssome other time, I don't have time today!