As the Brotherhood sat patiently in the seating provided by Doctor Strange, Mystique kept her hateful eye on Fred Dukes who continued to look back at the plant he had bitten into not one minute ago.
"Remember what he said Dukes! Unless you WANT to wake up in the belly of a dragon?"
Shaking his head rapidly and making his jowels ripple in the process he sat still when the master of sorcery returned with a vial in hand.
"This should help, its a potion of glamour." Stated the man as he put the glass object in Mystique's hands. "I keep it just in case I run out of coffee or if I've just returned from a most GHASTLY realm, just dab that in some of his... feeding trough and
in moments it will make him the better of himself; cleaner, healtheir and YES skinnier."
Smiling at the vial in her hands the Brotherhood leader stood up and shook Doctor Strange's hand. "Lovely doing business with you Doctor, anything as payment?"
"Just get him out of here before he eats something irreplaceable." Snapping his fingers the doors to his sanctum opened and a glowing arrow at the floor flashed towards the exit. Not needing anymore help the group left, as soon as the doors closed Doctor
Strange went back to his couch to return to his game, sighing in displeasure as he caught the sight of the empty plant pitcher where the flower once grew.
He considered warning them of giving him too much but shrugged his shoulders and returned to his game, too much would be an excellent punishment for eating his plant.
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Back at their headquarters the group of mutant villains stood around the table with Blob at the head of it, a bowl of soup in front of him with Mystique smiling in a way that made Dukes nervous and sweaty. The chessar cat grin on her lips told him that she
was in no way reasonable, but then again he wasn't known for being smart and opened his mouth to reach the blue woman.
"Uhhh boss? Are you sure about this? I've kinda got used to the ol spare tire down there."
Lifting spoon full of the broth Mystique dabbed a drop of the elixer into the spoon before waving it in front of the large man like a mother feeding a toddler.
"Freddy dear that's not a spare tire thats a broken down oldsmobile rotting in the driveway and guess what? Here's the tow truck."
Cramming the spoon into his mouth when he tried to answer he gulped down the liquid and sat motionless, the entire group moving in to see the results.