"Why would I help you?" Tuck asked with clear resentment in his voice.

"I'm afraid you have no choice in the matter, Dr. Jones. Tyrone is quite good at inflicting physical torture, and I am quite good at inflicting mental torture. No matter how much you resist, you will soon crack like an egg. We will fill your heart with fear, anger, hate, and suffering. But that's just the beginning."

Tuck suddenly felt eerily cold.

"When your vibrational state has been lowered to the lowest depths," Morty said, "your mind will act as a tiny radio beacon. It will broadcast its signal of negative energies out into the world, neutralizing whatever foolish thoughts of hope may still linger out there, and disrupting the collective consciousness. You're just one man of course, and your mind's power is limited, but you will be doing your part to bring us one step closer to the new world."

A world where the human race has had its light extinguished. A world where the forces of evil reign supreme.

"And then," Morty added, "I'm going to enjoy watching you die, Dr. Jones."

Tuck, hanging helplessly from the ceiling, met Morty's gaze with a look of dread.

Morty paused, smiled an evil smile once again, and approached slowly.

"Hear that, Dr. Jones? That is the sound of inevitability. It is the sound of your death. The sound of six billion deaths, six billion voices crying out in their final surrender. Say goodbye to your soul, Dr. Jones."

"My name," Tuck said as he slowly squeezed his legs tightly together, "is Tuck!"

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