"Ah ha ha ha ha. Now all that is needed is a computer."

Nastasia glared at Dimentio through her glassy, magical prison. She knew he knew what was going to happen to him should the three manage to escape, but he didn't seem to care. Psycho, she thought. She scanned around the area. There was nothing but eerie negative space, penetrated by a few black pillars, glowing kaleidoscope patterns on the walls and torches burning with black fire. Dimentio had transported them to the threshold of the castle, as far away from Count Bleck as possible, so he wouldn't be able to hear their screams.

Dimentio snapped his fingers, and a large, clunky desktop computer appeared out of thin air, plopping down onto the cold floor. With that same freakish smile on his face, he fluttered down to it and turned the power on.

"I want you all to have front-row seats to the moment of your humiliation, like a married couple seeing their favorite homemade films being shown to an entertained audience."

"Only you would know what that's like, Dimentio," Nastasia grumbled.

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha. I laugh at your witty remarks. For you see, Nastasia, this video contains oodles of… fun footage of you. The very footage that made my nights alone so interesting. Ah ha ha."

"You are a sick little man, Dimentio! 'K?!"

"Perhaps, but I don't care. It's not like I'm getting any anyway. Videos of you in that little schoolgirl outfit during your roleplaying with Count Bleck are the most satisfying things I have, really."

"Um… what did he say, Nassy?" Mimi asked, shooting Nastasia a disgusted look, at which the secretary blushed.

"Oh… uh… It—it's nothing, Mimi, 'K? It was… it was Halloween! Yeah, 'K, that's right."

"Right. Say, little Mi, did Nastasia ever tell you about hers and the count's assortment of toys? Or the little dirty words she says to him while she's sleeping? Or that time he turned her over his knee and then he—"

"Enough, Dimentio!" Nastasia shrieked. "You will pay for what you're doing, 'K?!"

"Perhaps, in time, but as long as I get to have this hoorah right now. Oh, and another thing, nasty Nassy, if I so chose I could… enjoy you right now in front of these two, but we'll save that for another time."

"In your twisted little dreams, pervert!"

"Whatever. But there is nothing you can do at this moment, Nastasia. You, Mimi and O'Chunks will watch as I spread your secrets all over the Interwebs!"

"Stop saying 'Interwebs', fool! It's called the 'Internet'!" Nastasia retorted.

"But that doesn't sound nearly as… magical. But! You've distracted me long enough with your useless chitchat. Now watch in horror as I ruin your reputations, just like insane transsexuals whining about the torment of their favorite bald female celebrities!" Dimentio announced, turning back to the screen and flipping his smile into a frown upon seeing that it was still loading. "Oh… oh, come on! What's the meaning of this?!"

"Your computer is running on Windows, Dimmie," Mimi giggled.

"Hush, you little tramp. Windows is the greatest software ever. It's much better than that horrible Macintosh trash."

"Wha' did yeh say?!" O'Chunks shouted.

"Tramp?! You big stupid-head!"

"Macintosh is absolute garbage. I don't care what you ingrates say."

Nastasia went back to searching the area, and saw several Mages floating around. The shadowy, ink-like beings had powers similar to those of Dimentio, and upon seeing them she was stricken with a plan.

"Hey, Dimentio… I've never noticed how absolutely hot that girly cape made you look."

"Oh? If it's taken you this long to see that, then you have terrible taste, jezebel."

"I'll be more than willing to run my fingers beneath that fabric and caress your supple skin if you let me out of here."

"Nice try, but the master of dimensions is much more intelligent than that," Dimentio sneered, turning around to hide the obvious tent he was pitching after hearing Nastasia say that.

"Fine. But if you really want to make us suffer humiliation, why not bring those Mages over here so they can help you fix the computer and watch as you post all our embarrassing secrets on the Interne—Interwebs," she purred, rubbing the walls of her prison in a suggestive manner."

"Hmm… good idea! Yo, Mages! Get your fannies over here now!" he called, snapping his fingers and magically dragging the floating beings toward him. "I want you all to help me run this old computer. With our combined magic, we can easily make it run faster!"

Smirking, Nastasia adjusted her glasses, and, with a flash of red light, hypnotized one of the Mages. Controlling its mind, she compelled it to undo the barriers that encased herself, Mimi and O'Chunks. Dimentio's smile turned to a frown as he prepared to fire an energy blast, but was stricken in the face by Nastasia's glasses, which she had thrown like a boomerang with deadly accuracy. He fell to the floor with a thud.

"That's what you get, freak."

Standing up and dusting his poncho off, Dimentio seethed in anger. Then, his scowl changed back into a smile as he snapped his fingers and caused all of the Mages to disappear. Then, snapping his fingers again, he bound the hands of the three in magical handcuffs.

"I wanted you to see my moment of vengeance firsthand, but you've left me no choice," he hissed, raising his hands into the air as magical energy swirled around him. "Besides, revenge is a dish best served cold, so you can see the aftermath of what I've done later. Ah ha ha ha. Now then… ciao!"

In a flash of light, the three of them disappeared. Dimentio stood there, smiling and giggling. He turned back to his computer and was frustrated to see that it was still loading. He put his hand to his forehead and groaned in anger.

"Ugh… fine, whatever. It's not like there's a time limit now, right? With the rabble out of the way, I can have time to work in peace, like a prostitute who has only one customer for the day. So, Mimi, Nastasia and Chunkhead… enjoy Dimension D, my world of wonders. Ah ha ha ha ha."