"We have to pay them?" Chemista looks at you incredulously. "Fine, but only because we'll mutate them in the end."
"Eh? What?" the 'voice' of the crew exclaims then. "M-Mutate?"
"Don't worry," you reply. "You'll all become snails in the end. I'm pretty sure it will make you all happy, right?"
"No snail will be harmed right?"
A cog smashes a snail by mistake with its clunky feet.
Then the cog whistles with its steam nose and looks away.
"Of course, of course," You nod.
"And what will we be transmitting?"
You muse it over, "We'll decide day by day."
Resource spent: Money.
You still have: Wagons of Money. Luxurious Items X2
You let the girl pay the debt collectors -shady guys who speak a mixture of Italian and interrupt every now and then with words like 'mamma mia!' and 'Luigi!'.
Then the zeppelin hooks the radio tower and within moments, you, your troops and the crew are up in the air flying back to base.
"I wonder what the snails will say," the woman covered in snails remarks with a dreamy gaze. "You think I'll have a cute shell?"
You cough and look sideways. "Oh, sure, sure, the mutagen is perfectly safe..."
Chemista looks at you with a deadpan gaze.
You whistle and look out of the window.
"My name is Snayla," she adds then. "And that one is Snaylo, Snaille, and Snai," she points to the other three crew members. "We are..."
"Yes," you interrupt her, "Yes -Yes...it's all right, I don't need to know any more really."
Weather the Storm
"The luxury cruiser Prometheus has been stolen! The hero GREEN POWER managed to survive, but is currently in the hospital for a bad case of perspiration and chemical imbalances due to shock. We also have received an urgent dispatch -it appears Snail News, the dead-last broadcast in the history of all broadcasts, has finally been torn down and removed. Or not! Their debts paid by some mysterious benefactor or outright imbecile, there is..."
Static fill the television as you watch Lord Gamington come down from the top of the lair with his entire body covered in oil.
The static soon leaves the place to your channel.
A red background, a EVIL OVERLORD logo on the upper-right corner, and Cerulean giving the news dressed like one of those female newscaster who wear camisoles and high heels with black jackets.
Problem being the clothes are actually inside of her 'jelly' mass.
"Hello!" she chirps. "Transmitting from Evil Overlord Lair, directly to your screens, is Evil Overlord's personal channel! Your newscaster is me, Cerulean!"
The Liondor rawrs as it flies down and lands on the desk.
"My assistant, Lionel!"
The Liondor rawrs again.
"And my co-newscaster for the day is..."
Psysquid takes the other seat and coughs politely.
"Worthless mortals! I am Psysquid, one of the great Dark Advisor! My screentime will be the most brutal as I delve deep into the horrors of the heroes association! But first, a picture of my awesomeness for you all to see!"
A picture comes in the background, showing Psysquid playing with his duck in the water of the submarine bay.
"Ah...who put that picture up!?" he screams the next moment.
Cerulean giggles, before saying.
"Well, dad didn't tell us what to say for the first broadcast, so let's wrap it up with this..."
here she coughs, before 'channeling' Chemista.
"YOU HEROES SHALL WOE THE DAY YOU FOUGHT AGAINST THE GREAT OVERLORD INCOGNITO!"
then the static returns and goes away, straight back to the normal broadcast.
Just in time to see the cameraman do something improper to the female newscaster.
...
You close the television the next moment.
And then you sigh.
You are now in Downkeep.