You yawn and head over to the kitchen for breakfast, yawning and holding a smile behind your face You wait until Chemista and Psysquid are both within earshot, before saying -while barely holding back a giggle.
"Good morning, mom!"
Psysquid was drinking coffee -the end result is him sputtering a spray of it in the air.
Chemista raises an eyebrow.
"Congratulations!" Gamington claps his hands. "Do you know if it's going to be a Blob-Boy or a Goo-girl?"
Wait.
You think that maybe you should have specified...
"THE JELLY IS PREGNANT!?" Psysquid snarls. "WHO'S THE FRIGGING GOD-DAMN BASTARD I MUST PURGE FROM THIS WORLD!?" the table cracks visibly.
"Chemista will be in charge of the kids," you say then, raising your hands to calm down Psysquid. "What did you think?"
"Oh," Chemista blinks. "Of course, your evilness." She nods. "I'll see to having them corrupted and mutated soon enough...I'll tolerate their 'humanity' for the moment..."
"The Succubi will help you as will Cerulean," you remark. "Make sure they're all happy and Evil-Believers by the time we get around to mutating them..."
"Understood, your Overlordness."
"And since she quite clearly stated her having nurtured and grown me, I'll call her mother from now on," you finish with a knowing nod, which results in Chemista face-palming with a wet 'sciaff'.
"I knew there was a reason this smelled fishy," she grumbles. "As you wish, then I'll call you 'little rascal' 'small cog' or something like...uhm...is 'Cootie-Coo' still an option for children?"
You sigh, hanging your head low. "I understand, Chemista..."
"Good," she nods firmly. "I might be retired, but I know how to give a spanking to unruly children all the same."
And with that, she surfs off...
Psysquid looks at you for a moment, and then carefully puts an arm around your shoulders. "Your evilness..." he slips you a magazine in your cloak. "Maybe this might help your needs."
Then he slinks away, just like a drug pusher.
You gaze at the magazine. "Hot Mamas! 20XX edition! Hot, steamy, Cougars and Milfs only for you!"
You close your eyes. You called it. You just know you called it.
You build enough Cogs to return to Ten. You now have Ten Cogs.
You think about what you could improve. There IS the cruiser that still needs to be powered up and turned into a working backup base...
Maybe you could try to build some type of enhanced barrack? Like, a Side-Kick Manufactorium that produces cheap and easily replaceable side-kicks? No, that's not going to work...but you could try and work out a Training Ground, to see if you can find out some type of ability before 'baptism by fire' happens during missions.
Yet, if another 'Blorble' is trained, it might just blow up where it is.
You decide to sacrifice wench blood with some luxurious items...what's the worse that can happen?
"With blood and everything nice, I summon you, Creature of vice!"
A Succubus appears, but this time she isn't wearing a tight metallic corset or showing off her wrench in hand in some enticing way.
No, what you summon is something straight out of the Renaissance period. a tight bust, milky white breasts, bright red hair held up against gravity and two demonic wings flapping behind her. She wears a flowing green dress, and her bright blue eyes strike at you while her porcelain face smiles.
"Your Overlordness," the creature bows. "I am a Luxury Succubus."
You have acquired Luxury Succubus!
You are still in Upkeep. You have built Cogs and Summoned a Dark Minion. Move to mission Selection, watch Fluff unfold, answer to Cheerie?