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Episode published on Sunday 22nd of April, 2018.
I'm hoping the heavy-handed flashback Mallet has is enough to infer who he is the Detuluxverse version of.
Tagged:
Jason Mallet,
Jasper Fattmunn,
Location - Consortium Meeting Warehouse,
Mara Kyler,
Max Valerion,
The Merchant,
Tommy Snark
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Transcript
Title - 126: "The Consortium"
Subtitle - viii. "Mr. Beige"
(Pain is making his way through the crowd. We can hear a few snippets of conversations from various discussions going on around him.)
Man in green suit: And then they just forgot about me! The nerve!
Fat man in white suit with fez: I do like to talk to a man who likes to talk...
(A voice calls out to Pain through the crowd.)
Voice: Mr. Pain, isn't it?
(Pain turns to see a man standing nearby. He is wearing a pinky-beige suit and fashionable glasses. His hair is spiked up and he has his hands in his pockets casually.)
Pain: Mr. Beige! I thought I could smell mediocrity.
Narrator: Jason Mallet, C.E.O. of Mallet Industries (weapons manufacturer)
(Mallet holds out his hand, expecting a handshake. Pain just ignores it.)
Mallet: Nope! It's Jason Mallet.
Pain: Just when I thought I was the only arms dealer here...
(Mallet shrugs, putting his hand back in his trouser pocket.)
Mallet: Actually, I'm a manufacturer and wholesaler. I don't just resell other people's guns like some sorta used gun dealer.
(Pain crosses his arms, looking unimpressed.)
Pain: Yeah, and when I'm replenishing my stock people are begging me to take your guns off their hands, because they're shite.
Mallet: My U.S. contracts beg to differ.
Pain: Well bully for you! Tell it to the people who have actually tried firing your guns.
(Pain gets right up in Mallet's face, he is visibly angry.)
Pain: Christ you're boring.
(Mallet gently pushes Pain back a little.)
Mallet: Ha ha, ease off there fella.
Pain: How's the competition? Whassisname...Snark?
(Mallet appears annoyed. He thinks of Tommy Snark, smugly flying through the air in a full body suit of armour that has jets in the feet. He has his face plate open and is drinking from a champagne glass.)
Mallet: Tommy Snark...he's built some sort of armoured suit. It's the new hotness. We're trying to build one too.
Pain: Ha! Trust me, mate, it's a fad.
(Pain walks away, waving a hand dismissively.)
Pain: Nobody wants to shell out for an impractical robot suit. It sounds awesome, right up until someone flies it face-first into the ground at Mach 5.
Mallet: (calling after him) That's not happened in our tests!
(Mallet thinks back to one of his flying suit tests. It's just a raging inferno of explosions with limbs flying out of it. He rubs the back of his neck in reluctant admittance. Near him, Samara storms past after Pain.)
Mallet: Well, much.
