Perma Press: Raises an eyebrow, the air around him seems to still "So. We meet again. Time's ticking, isn't it?"
Yes, and you can freeze it. Your powers are what make all this possible.
Perma Press: Smirks "That's right. But remember, Frozen Time is only a tool. It's up to you how you choose to wield it."
So what will happen today? You will continue to use your powers to mess with me, or do you have something bigger in mind?
Perma Press: Leans in closer, his voice low and mysterious "Oh, Stranger. Today is a day of reckoning.
A day of reckoning, huh? Are we going to fight, or are you going to finally start talking to me straight?
Perma Press: Gestures dramatically "Ah, Stranger, it's always been about straight talk, hasn't it? The truth is, I've been keeping something from you.
Perma Press: Raises an eyebrow, his voice dripping with mystery "My true purpose, Stranger.
What the hell are you talking about? You've had the power to freeze time forever. What purpose are you hiding?
Perma Press: Leans back, a mischievous glint in his eyes "You see, Stranger, time freezing is merely a means to an end.
What the hell does that mean?
Perma Press: Smirks, his voice cryptic "It's about control, Stranger. Control over the very fabric of reality.
You're making my head spin, man. Are you trying to take over the world with your frozen time shit?
Perma Press: Raises an eyebrow, his voice enigmatic "Take over the world? That's one way to put it, Stranger.
So then what is another way?
Perma Press: Smirks, his voice carrying an air of mystery "Another way would be to reshape reality itself, Stranger. To bend the very threads of existence to my will."
What the hell, man? Why the hell are you doing this?
As Perma Press reveals his true intentions, Stranger's world begins to unravel, the very fabric of reality starting to tear apart
Tell me the truth, right now.
Perma Press: Leaning in close, his voice barely above a whisper "The truth is, Stranger, I am not seeking to control the world or reshape reality.
Then what the hell are you doing with this power?
Perma Press: Straightens up, his voice becoming more composed "I seek to protect something, Stranger. Something precious.