"That's it, THAT'S IT! I'm a genius! Why didn't I think of that before!? Ahahahah!"
Head up in the air, Duncan began laughing maniacally, his expression distorted into madness. The others slowly backed away, scared shitless at the sight of the Elf losing his knockers.
When he looked down again, he saw that everyone, even Kiana with her mouth full, stood behind Titus, all holding various tools as a means of defence against the mad Elf. "Uh, guys? Why are you all there..."
"Big brother Elf is crazy!"
Waving the broken block of Cikolet, Kiana told what everyone was thinking deep in their hearts. Nodding in agreement, they slowly came out.
"Look, we all thought you had gone mad with the money issue. Do you have a penchant, let's say, for blood...?"
"What Baulshit are you talking about!? I'm laughing cause I found a way to alleviate our money issue, and it's all thanks to our little furry angel here. From today onwards, we'll be creating Jaffa cakes!"
"What's a Jaffa cake?"
With that said, without any warnings, he got down and picked up Kiana, throwing her in the air joyously for providing them with a method to generate the money needed to bundle a rocket ship. "It ain't much, but it's a start. The Church can't do anything regarding the creation of new food, and with this leeway, we have a chance to make the money we need to build all the facilities we need to send us all into space!"
Pinching his chin, Lewis began to ponder on this idea. "Huh...this might actually be feasible..."
Placing a dizzy Wulfin back on the floor, he dusted his hands, before issuing his commands.
"Goblina, you shall be responsible for creating a new method of creating a jam that can be done as quickly as possible!"
"Yes sir!"
"Lewis, you shall help me in creating the machinery needed to bake the Jaffa cakes in big batches! Cause we ain't going to space if we ain't making billions of these little suckers!"
"Lemme go to my drawing board then..."
"Simon, you'll help Lewis in assembling the bigger machines, as well as forging the parts that Lewis can't do!"
"My Dwarven blood is all firing up!"
"Celine, now it's time to put your learning to the test: Go and build us a system that will ensure that everything goes the way it should, and make it fast!"
"Muhahahah! Let the world feel the wrath of Celine, Jaffa cake machinery cal–! Eh, whatever, let's ride!"
"And Titus, well, you'll help me with our building!"
"Ah, quick question: where's this all going?"
With a twinkle in his eyes, Duncan put the finger on his lips. "You'll find out soon..."
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After a brutal beat down, Duncan rode a horse that he had found in the wild, around 5 km south of where they had built their (misshapen) house. Initially confused, Titus's eyes opened wide when they saw where Duncan had taken him.
"Well I'll be damned... no wonder you wanted to bring me here alone! But either way, this is perfect for a start!"