Michael Shepherd: Demonix
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Demonix : Druids aren't meant to boil up veggie soups. They're meant to paint! To sing and illuminate. To prove that magic... is real!
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Demonix : You're not handling ingredients, you're collaborating with matter.
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Demonix : You are a promising young man, Cholerix. Don't ruin everything by trying to be an honest one.
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Demonix : It's taken you all these years to realize you're not so special after all. That it's time to stand down!
Atmospherix : Getafix is by far the best of us!
Demonix : Better than you, indeed. But *I* was voted a better druid than he, or perhaps you've forgotten? For I would have used the magic potion, instead of defending a measly, forty-strong village of mustachioed fools. That kind of power, shared among the denizens of occupied Gaul was our one chance to topple the Roman Empire! We could have ended all wars! But our celebrated Getafix is after a good little boy who does as he's told. A model apprentice he can mold in his image. Into a selfish rogue, like himself!
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Demonix : I was confident you'd appreciate my alpine apprentice. Just the kind of limp-spirited peerage you favor. Too bad you didn't trust him in the end. Too much of a mountain billy-goat, was he?
Getafix : Too much like his master.
Demonix : He doesn't deserve to be your successor. Neither does anyone else, really. There's no one but me, Getafix, and you know it. Tell me the final ingredient and I'll spare everyone. The Gauls, the Romans. I'll even spare you.
Getafix : Demonix, I would rather disappear with my formula than give it to you.
Demonix : ...So be it.
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Pectine : [Cholerix is preparing the potion while Demonix observes] Wait, wait, you can't! He mustn't see you doing it!
Cholerix : I'm trying to save the village!
Demonix : Calm down, little girl, I'm almost done here.
[inspects the potion]
Demonix : What an interesting formula, yet so simple. Could it possibly be missing... a final ingredient! *The* final ingredient!
Cholerix : What final ingredient?
Demonix : The final ingredient to the magic potion! What is it?
Cholerix : He didn't tell me anything about that!
Demonix : How could you not know Getafix has a final ingredient for the potion which he mixes in at the last minute? Did he not mention it? You are such a fool! It means he didn't trust you!
[starts digging through the bag of ingredients]
Demonix : Getafix must have gathered it! What's left in the bag? Something you haven't put in the pot! Could it be this? Or this? Yes, for sure, it must be this! By Teutates it has to be in here somewhere!
[starts throwing in ingredients at random]
Demonix : What could that old maniac possibly stick in this blasted potion?
[stares at the now ruined potion]
Demonix : ...You ruined it on purpose, you treacherous imp!
[attacks Cholerix]
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Cholerix : [Shows Demonix his spell for separating mistletoe berries] ... You're not that convinced, are you?
Demonix : I am. It's not bad. Not bad at all.
Cholerix : Not bad, but...?
Demonix : But it's conventional. No bright lights, no flourish. The Getafix I know will not come this far for some potion that sorts out mistletoe berries, convenient as it may be. It is Getafix we're talking about.
Cholerix : I thought you said you'd never met him in your life...?
Demonix : *No one* knows him better than I.
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Demonix : [Asterix has been captured by Roman guards and brought to Demonix] Well, what have we here? A Gaulish warrior.
Asterix : What are you plotting now, Demonix?
Demonix : Plotting? Really, that's a bit much. I'm just a old friend of Getafix's, modestly doing his bit to help him in his quest for a successor.
Asterix : You want to steal the formula and sell it to the Romans!
Demonix : This time, it's the Romans. That's where the money is. What matters to me most is that this potion may serve the interest of the many, to bring balance to the forces. I am but a pacifist.
Asterix : You are the worst of all the druids in Gaul!
Demonix : No! There's another much worse than I. One who shamelessly hoards his magic for his own tribe of provincial, belligerant hicks, instead of rescuing all his people from the opressors!
Asterix : Don't be ridiculous! If the power of the potion fell into the wrong hands, who knows what would happen?
Demonix : Rejoice. Your question will soon be answered.
