In Which the Overlord is Flat On His Face

[badassfreakingoverlord]

It's going to be one of those days.

In the hallway directly outside the mess hall lay a book. The bright red body and overall size clearly pointed to it being the Overlord, for those familiar with him, but his back cover was the one facing upwards. No sign of any minion around. None of the cursing, struggling, and flopping one would expect from Zetta in such an undignified posture.

Just a tome, lying flat on the ground, as if a crew member had simply discarded it thoughtlessly.

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[badassfreakingoverlord]

"Yeah. It's a good thing I did wake up. Murdering you would have probably done me absolutely no favors in the long run," Zetta said with a curious kind of calm. "Someone probably would have gotten pissed off."

[nokosi.livejournal.com]

"Not as many as you would think," he sniffed. "Besides, you should be glad that you are no longer in the halls with no way to get around. What if the wrong person had happened upon you? It would be unfortunate."

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"The wrong person? What are you talking about." Zetta drew himself up to his full height proudly, the book's cover slightly curved as if he were puffing out his chest. "There's no one on this ship I fear."