Stage 4-1~4-3 No Damage God Hand

"Why is it that every witch there is always tries to make me their furniture..." "Isn't it because you're quite the doormat~? You know I like my men submissive..." "I...gotta go. To the bathroom. Post haste." "Well, when you're done finishing yourself off, I'd like you to go to this big ass spider fortress in the barren wastes 5 kilometers west of here. They're using it to dig up some kinda evil, real bad stuff!" "What, Angra? What "evil" is there that's hiding in the desert? Don't tell me it's a Shai-Hulud." "No, no! It's just what I heard through the grapevine. It's just your generic "1000 year dormant evil about to be awakened by man's machinations" plot, nothing to worry your little head about. Besides, you're WAY too used to these cliches by now, hm~?" "I guess. Sometimes I wonder what it'd feel like to be a Mentat..." "Wonder for eternity, then. No offense, but you'd probably shit your pants at high school integrals." "Asshole...Your epithet should be Witch of Yapping..." "What was that?" "Nothing! Just my sheer joy in going to this death trap!" "Yeah, that's what I thought. Doormat." Gene then goes to Arrakis to extract some Melange to get high and see the future. "What the hell....This thing is just some shit from Wild Wild West! Whatever, time to hop on!" On the robot, he beats some foids and rescues AN foid! He gets a kiss from it, thus ruining his status as a trucel and turns him into a FAKEcel. "It's over...I've been KISSED by a foid. I know I was already banned from Chudtopia due to my interactions with that witch... but this is the limit. The world has fallen. Billions must use Hand Plant Kick." "This feeling in my right arm...those three idiots don't know when to quit. Not like it's any trouble...since I can use this thing."