Surrounded by giant crustaceans as I am restrained with concrete shoes, I use Willpower Force to break the concrete around my feet into useless chunks, thus freeing myself. As the crustaceans begin their attack, I recognize their resistance to electricity, technology, magic, and laserbeams, but I smile as I recognize the Achilles Heel in Tazz's nefarious plans. Emolga Flying attacks!
I make mincemeat of the giant crustaceans using Hyper-X-Powered Acrobatics MK LXXIV +823ł, which causes a giant cyclone and allows me to escape from the underwater treachery and shortly after allows very appreciative local fisheries to collect the crustacean meat! I then fly back toward the hill, casting AOSIS-Viridian Mind Shield on myself to prevent myself from being mind-controlled by Tazz's legion of strawberry shortcakes with whipped cream and strawberry on top. Their Mindspin attacks fail to have any effects!
I then activate...
ULTIMATE NEO EMOGLA LIMIT BREAK!
DRACONIC ADRENALINE SWARM!
Swarms of legendary dragons descend upon Tazz's legion, obliterating them via draconic adrenaline breath weapons of blazing fire, corrosive acid, crashing thunder, and biting frost! Bahamut, Ugin, Deathwing, Smaug, and Saphira set aside their differences and all simultaneously attack Tazz the strawberry shortcake with whipped cream and strawberry on top with their ultimate breath weapon attacks, immediately obliterating Tazz and causing his HosPITal gold point status to go up by 9000% as he has to be readmitted yet again after being reduced to ashy bread crumbs. I then send a "Get Well Soon!" card with an adorable bunny holding a bouquet of flowers and a balloon on it to Tazz's HosPITal room.
The sheer epic and awesome nature of this attack and its renown and legendary fame allows me to repossess my company, regain my respect and then some, and allows my gross profit yields to triple in seconds. My celebrity endorsements quintuple, my sponsors triple, and I build Neo Emolga Stadium on the hill to host Super Bowl LI. The naysayers of my dominion are immediately declared stupid and are exiled to Dingusland, somewhere in Dimension ZUM where they have yet to discover pizza, hamburgers, or ice cream, much to the sour disappointment of said naysayers. They will only be allowed to return after voiding their previous statements and 200 hours of community service.
MY HILL!
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