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Yell, "I DON'T CARE! DO THE UNSPEAKABLE!!"
He sighs heavily. "Fine then. It's your eyes."
To your surprise, he casually walks over to the dull villain, who shouts, "What do you think you could possibly do to one such as me?!"
Overon is not a particularly large man. Even one of average height such as CWhiteblade can manage to loom under conditions like this. Loom he does, for CWhiteblade's eyes suddenly go ice-cold, and something seems to snap inside him. A chill runs down your spine as he reaches out and grabs the dull villain in an iron grip.
"UNHAND ME!" shouts Overon, but the rest of his complaints are muffled as CWhiteblade forces the dull man's head down into his hirsute bosom.
You don't remember too much after that. Frankly, neither does Overon. Even after the surgery to remove the section of your brain that contained this memory, you could still faintly remember muffled screams of "OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD IT'S LIKE A FOREST GET ME OUT GET ME OUT GOD HAVE MERCY AAAUUUUUUUUGGHHH!!!" and then flashes of Overon's limp body on the ground, in a puddle of hair.
You pick yourself up from your own puddle (of vomit, not hair) and weakly unsummon CWhiteblade, vowing to never, EVER ask this of him again.