[AngeldelaMuerte]

[/i]Somewhere far outside the reaches of the multiverse... The Angel of Death sits at the bar looking quite perky. The vast numbers of souls that the B&G war is consuming has not only restored but vastly increased her powers. She is now almost powerful enough to-[/i]
"No."
Angel looks up as Agent Zero plops down beside her.
"'No' what?"
"No Universal Domination."
"What about-"
"No Planetary Domination, no Solar Domination, no Galactic Domination, no Multiversal Domination. And especially no Domination of All That Is Was And Ever Will Be."
"But it'd be so easy! Look."

Angel holds up one hand, her palm facing upwards and the scene around Soll II shimers into existance. With one casual flick of her free hand all the ships in orbit vaporise simultaneously while every single organic ground troop drops dead and the non-organic troops blow away into dust.
"See? Easy."
"But it is not our way. Look around. Do you see any domination at all here?
Angel looks around. At the table behind her David is rendering one glorious picture after the other, while cackling insanely. Seated across from him is Kevin who seems to be dividing half his time between renderings and the other half trying to ignore the strange figure in the back who are hunched over their own computers. Suddenly Aaron bursts in from a back room and shouts "Eureka!" as he waves a printout over his head. He then takes a closer look at the paper. "No. That's not it at all." and goes back into his office.
"I suppose," Angel sighs.
"Now put it all back."
Angel waves her hand reluctantly and everything returns to the way it was. Except Strategia spends a few short moments of his existence with his cranium and posterior occupying each other's position. In this brief moment, he almost has a clever idea, but then the oversight is corrected and he looks about quickly before declaring:

"That wouldn't have happened if I had a bigger ship!"