Darrell was at the lab in his thoughts.

Darrell: Hmmm, Zaydon destroyed a clone and This Jonathan did the same. This is kind of going to plan.

Scientist: Lord Darrell, The clones are ready.

Darrell: Peal!

Peal: *runs in* Y-yes Darrell?

Darrell: *slaps her* That's Lord Darrell to you. Where have you been?

Peal: *rubs her cheek* Out at home.

Darrell stared at her for a minute.

Darrell: Seems Logical. Now begone!

Peal nodded and left.

Scientist: Lier.

Darrell: Indeed.

Scientist: We should poison her.

Darrell: *smirks* I couldn't agree more. *senses Maurice's energy* I'll be right back, I sense weaker myself.

Scientist: What if you die?

Darrell: Illogical. I'm just going to have a "chat" with him. Plus if I do, I'm a clone.