"And, here, I thought the weird shit would stop at the Minnie Mouse," I saw her, a bronze skinned lass, with a robo-arm. Cool, but, I'll kill her...which is slightly disappointing. "But, now, I see a big Tuba Man, a Rip-Off Rodney Copperbottom, and Some Chick Who Whips Her Hair Back and Forth,"

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Samson screamed, enough to cause his host to cover her ears.

I stepped toward her, a devilish grin forming on me. Even the others were slightly scared of what I was about to start. Except Peacock; she had hammerspace popcorn now.

"Hey, lass. How about we see if we can rip your other arm...and legs, and possibly your head?" I cracked my metallic knuckles, seeing the sweat drop off her forehead.

"Brainy, this better be worth the cash flow..." She glared at him, before talking a stance against me, as I just decided to rush the Omni-Transit towards her, before she sidestepped into my knee, firmly planted into her stomach, and possibly giving her an early period.

My right fist, collided with her metal arm, a massive twang filling our ears. 

"Ooh, nice, so it has more to it, eh?"

"Yeah, it's good for strangling goons like you. Want a demo?" I licked my lips making her shudder in disgust, while I just chuckled.

"You crazy?"

"Yeah, possibly, are we gonna' fight? Your ass needs a kickin'," I backstepped, and had my Slinky Forward Grab do the trick of keeping her at a distance. Her arm managed to transform into some projectile weapon. Something clicked, and my arm was covered in red energy, and I simply blocked it, like nothing happen.

I looked at my hand again, but, it wasn't red anymore. Must be new...better ask Nurse Busty about that little tidbit. 

"Cool, bro. You glow...How much again?"

"3 million big ones, cash only," Brain Drain replied.

"............Fuck it, I want my money man!" She rushed toward me, as my abused that new feature, making everything she was doing pointless.

Yeah, just what happens. But of course...I ran out of juice, and my glowing parlor trick was nonexistent, as her foot was planted on my face.

"Why?!" She yelled, as I only spit at the floor.

I only lightly chuckled, as I looked at Peacock, and gave a little salute, before uppercutting the bitch skyward, yelling a satisfying 'Toasty!', and calling my Omni-Transit, before unleashing a barrage of plasma missiles from the vehicle. She took it like a champ, and tossed me out of my special seat. And targeted a laser at my face.

"You suck...leave it to the pros, kiddo, it's what happens man!" I only blew a raspberry at her.

"This has got to stop..." I giggled, grabbing a well-placed stop sign, and smacked her face. "Thanks Miss Pea,"

"No problem, slinky!"

"Ugh...really? BD, I- where'd...goddammit!!!" She looked at the empty space, worrying mostly about her financial future. Not really the point but hey, that's what happens man!

"Sorry, lass. Get a real job; I heard Mickey D's has a need for tall, dark, and nice ladies in their cashier stand, heh," I chuckled. "Name?"

"Random OC...nah, I'm not telling, you'll just have to pay me..."

"5 million dollars..." Wait, did the Princess just drop another offer? Really?

".....This a real offer? Mmmm....nah! Skullgirl's out, and I need a minute-" A big boom suddenly occurred behind us. "....Uh, god, he didn't tell me we were using explosives...erm, see ya' suckas!! Call me, send me a check!!  I'm on Instagram!"

She immediately left, as Samson picked up, Parasoul and Umbrella, while Big Band carried Peacock...somehow...

"She does know Instagram doesn't exist, right?" Big Band said, with me just shaking my head; it was a joke, old man.

"Duh," Peacock rolled her hollowed eyes, and whistled for that Avery Unit. " Get the car!"

"Of course, Boss!"

"How do you expect a getaway car-" And it had appeared, just like that. Samson just stopped and grunted, not wanting to do anything.

We all somehow fitted in, again mimicking the events of Iceland...just no Squigly arse to protect my life. Well, I guess airbags will have to do for this ride.

I took the drivers seat, with everyone else in the back, and I turned the ignition.

"Can you drive a stick?" Filia asked me, hearing more things going boom around us.

"Yep. Just...this is an American style car. Where your sitting is where the wheel would be for me...hehe time to explore!" I shrugged off the disorientation of driving it what should be the driver's seat. Soon we were riding ahead, me heading down the now empty halls. 

And now, we jus about crashed through a few ice sculptures, and found Pontiac in the next area downstairs.

"Ugh...what happened- OH SHIT!" I took her by the hand and into the car, heading away from the ball of fire heading toward us, and looking appalled. "What happened,"

"Brainy decided to use mind control. Some help you are, station wagon!" Peacock told her off.

I decided to just play the radio.

"What are you doing?!" Parasoul questioned my actions.

"What? I want my favorite song to be in my death...just in case..." I sighed, letting the music go on. "Hands touchin', reachin out, touchin' me....touchin' you! Sweet Caroline...good times never seemed so good!"

Everyone seemed to calm down after hearing my smooth buttery voice. Yeah, I had that effect; I'm usually mistaken for the terrible singer, but hey, how'd you think I nailed my first lass...my first lass...hm...I can't get a name...weird.

"Hehe, Slinky, you are just full of surprises...And when I hurt, hurtin' runs off my shoulders..." Hey, now Peacock is joining in! Awesome.

"Oh...great, we have a musical...just drive, please," Parasoul held to the dashboard.

"I like it," Umbrella hummed along to our little tune.

"Sweeet Caroline...good times never seemed so good, Sweeeet Caroooline!" We both sang as everything was basically a warzone, and we ended up outside the burning opera place, and into the road. Now, we were fine, mostly.

"GOD, SHUT UP! THIS AIN'T DAMN...er...darn Disney...ahem..." Yeah, Samson that cursing around Umbrella with Parasoul around...yeah, don't, lad. You'll be sorry for having Egrets. Hehe.

***

"....I hate my life..." Aurelia sighed. "I am getting my money man,"

She walked away, taking a deep breath as the sun rose over Romania.