Beatle and Death Leopard slowly awaken to see a dancing Filipino man before them.

  Beatle and Death Leopard are both baffled by what is happening before them.

  “Yo,” he spoke in a clearly fake Russian accent. “You wanna dance, bros?”

  He danced to Rasputin by Boney M.

  Beatle sighs. “How long was I asleep?”

  “22 hours,” said Death Leopard.

  “Am I still asleep?” asked Beatle.

  “No,” Death Leopard shook his head.

  Prince Rasputin swung his hips around. He humps the air with his abs and punches the air downward while bowing his head, marching sideways before making waves on his belly.

  Death Leopard asks. “You know him?”

  “He’s Morningstar’s third lieutenant,the lowest class of the lieutenants, and commander of the Russo-Murrican Berserkers. He is kind of pathetic.”

  “Yo, bros! I am the rightful ruler of the Multiverse!” he smiled, swaying his hips around.

  “C’mon, Michael, keep embarrassing yourself,” sighed Beatle.

  Prince Rasputin stops. He sported a shirtless look with a mask of an American SWAT’s with a red star on its head. He has armored jeans. “Listen, bro. I am very greatest American-Russian man. Strongest Frost Manipulator in the Multiverse.”

  “I know,” Beatle rolled his eyes. “Dude. You are really, frickadoodoo weird, dude. Michael, stop acting Russian and American. It’s pretty embarrassing.”

  “Michael? You mean Cursed Mikey?” chuckled Death Leopard.

  Beatle facepalms. “Please don’t escalate.”

  “No! No, it’s just that! He’s ACTUALLY delusional and thinks he’s Russo-American descent? Dude, you schizophrenic dumbass, YOU’RE PINOY!!! I’m MORE AMERICAN than you, dude!” laughed Death Leopard.

  Beatle punches Leopard in the face.

  “WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?!?” asked Death Leopard.

  “You killed my DAUGHTER YOU BATMAN COSPLAYING PUSSYCAT FUCK!!!” boomed Beatle.

  Prince Rasputin gives a hearty laugh. “Ha ha ha. Funny yes. All Hail Morningstar…”

  “Oh, please, Rasputin. Everyone knows you’ve been tryna usurp Morningstar for years,” mocked Beatle.

  Rasputin yells. “FOR TREASON OF THE MANILAN EMPIRE AND THE GREAT PENTAGRAM, I HEREBY SENTENCE YOU TO YOUR EXECUTION!!! Look at you, Saint King, the size of a lower caste…” mocked Rasputin.

  Rasputin smirks and grabs Beatle’s face. “Ah… So tiny… So small… Could break your bones so easily. Boy, would Cheapshot love to experiment on you, yes?”

  “And what makes you so special?” Beatle wheezed. “You’re the dumbass who commands Morningstar’s largest army. So what? I know and remember how incompetent you are.”

  Rasputin smirks. “I am the President of the Russo-Murricans. Remember this, bro. I will be the one to show you to Morningstar. She will become Saint King, and when the best moment to strike is there, I will destroy her, and take my place once more as commander of the Neo Katipunan, or as we call ourselves now, PENTAGRAM!!!“

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  Suddenly, his soldiers appear, and he fixes himself. “Berserkers! PLACE THESE FOOLS in a BOAT TO THE CAPITAL!!!”

  “Ja ja ja! Lord Prince Rasputin!” roared the Berserkers.

  Rasputin and the Berserkers then dragged the cage all the way to the massive ark and placed the pair on board. “Wooooo!!!” Rasputin boomed, as Cheapshot slapped the back of Rasputin’s head.

  “Do not do that! Morningstar is listening! She’d kill us for that! Highly illogical!“ yelled Cheapshot.

  “SHUT UP, BRO!!! Cheapshot, bro! Listen, bro!” Rasputin gestured to him over and over. “Listen! I am huge Morningstar fan, yes? Yes! Look! Pentagram even branded on the back!”

  He turns around and reveals the pentagram brand on his back.

  Cheapshot rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “Well, that IS highly illogical because you clearly tried to assassinate her last year.”

  “Psh!” scoffed Rasputin, crossing his arms. “Fake news, bro!”

  “Heheheh…” Cheapshot tosses a needle that traps Beatle’s sleeve into the cage’s bars. Cheapshot leans before them. “Highly illogical, yes? Hehehey!“ he smiled. “How are ya, Beatle? Remember when we used to play chess back then? Before you were uh… This…”

  “Hey, Marv,” sighed Beatle.

  “Hahahahaha! Highly illogical, Beatz. You got the checkmate! Ha ha ha ha!”

  Beatle’s goggles lens twitches.

  “All of you shut up,” Mars began to walk down the stairs, speaking in a deep grumbling voice, wearing red armor with an upside-down triangular prism headpiece on his cowl. He has visors protecting his eyes. He has a black cape and thick armor similar to the metals found in rockets. He also has the same samurai mask that Beatle has on his face. He also has shoulder pads.

  Next to him is another woman with similar armor, but yellow instead of red.

  She gives Death Leopard a short glance before scoffing and walking away.

  “Who’s this guy?” asked Death Leopard.

  But the yellow armored woman strangles him almost immediately.

  “Stand down, Diana,” he spoke in a very deep and growling voice that had a muffled autotune, making him sound like a robot singing. “Greetings. All hail Morningstar.”

  “HAIL!!! HAIL!!! HAIL!!!” cheered the Berserkers around Beatle and Death Leopard, like a cult praying to their god, with some smiling and in tears.

  “We are the Pentagram. Pentagram! I would like you to appreciate the hard work of our benevolent queen, Morningstar… And for that, we celebrate her by waving her banner and standing for the march.”

  The banners fell and showed the pentagram symbol, as they all stood in silence for the march.

  Mars stood proudly waving the flag, where a man coughed at the back only to be shot by Cheapshot.

  Cheapshot smirks.

  Mars nods to Cheapshot. “Thank you for the silence. I would like to explore the idea that we might finally be killing and experimenting on the Saint King today.”

  “FUCK YEAH!!!” Cheapshot yelled, clapping his hands as the others cheered and applauded.

  Mars held his fist up, and everyone went silent. “Diana.”

  The yellow armored woman turned to him. “Yes, Father?”

  “Bring the prisoners to the dungeon.”

  She zoomed to the cage at the speed of light and teleported it practically into the center of the ship, where chains and a lift prepared to gear it down into its depths…

  The Berserkers began cranking, but then…

  Sweet Child O’ Mine began to play from her iPod. Black Sabbath began to descend from the cloudy sky above while carrying Billy on her back. The sunlight breaks through the clouds and shines over the pair.

  Mars squints his eyes. “PENTAGRAM!!! ATTACK!!!”

  Mars just watched the Berserkers begin flying up and attacking the group along with their commander, Rasputin. All of them blast beams at their opponent, who just weaves away from the blasterbolts. She then allows Billy to somersault in the air and use her slingshot to shoot several Berserkers in the head, killing them.

  The pair land on the ship as the Berserkers screech and drop bombs all over them, of which Billy kept on shooting at each bomb, each popping upon impact in an array of beautiful colors.

  Billy charges and shoots at each of the soldiers charging at them with Sabbath, shooting at the soldiers, killing most of them with her flicked, bladed feathers.

  “PRAISE THE SAINT KING!!!” roared Black Sabbath, dodging the next few beams and blocking them with her shield-like wings.

  Billy smiles, meeting with her father Beatle once more, shooting the padlock and opening the gates, as the weary Beatle, now shorter than her, hugs her tightly.

  Billy smiles.

  “I told you she was okay,” said the Voice.

  Beatle smiles, crying full of joy.

  Death Leopard is baffled. “Who was that speaking in my brain just now…?”