‘Backwards,’ declares Jodocus Meaddowcraft. ‘Backwards now world-spinning. All progress halt. New histories writing.’
His voice is a terrible one, all wrath and gritty.
‘Not resting us ‘til world back beginning spin at start once more.’
Bartholomaus Hamson, Einav Dionisii, Mally Jaqueminet, Agatho Wagner, and Husniya Hindge agree.
‘My plan,’ crows Jodocus Meaddowcraft to the weary Assembly. ‘My heart-hope all ambition decided.’
Jodocus Meaddowcraft raises himself to a height hitherto not imagined and looms large across the floor of the UN Building.
‘My palace now begone foul fellows flee!!!!’
The delegates scattered with a mixture of fear for the future and relief from the experience.