El Sasquatcho listened to the sage advice and stern warnings given by the more experienced hero, and gratefully accepted the communication device. When they had a moment to themselves, the colorful wrestler warmly congratulated his three teammates on a hard-fought job. 

"El Sasquatcho is a little jealous," he added, head hung low, "It would have been preferable to El Sasquatcho to fight alongside his new friends, rather than participate in digital festivities and consume spicy chicken appetizers. A battle such as that may have gone the way of the Titans with greater ease were El Sasquatcho and his arcade companions there to assist you."

He clenched his fists and continued, "But El Sasquatcho DESTROYED at Revolución, eh? Should have seen it, my friends." He was obviously still a bit tipsy on the nectar of sweet, sweet DDR pwnage. "But yes, had we known, we most certainly would have been exuberant to battle alongside you all. Let us hope that this is never an issue again." 

Prior to Batman's departure from the room, the masked Luchador respectfully posed Gotham's Guardian a question about their new acquisition. 

"Señor Batman, if you would, sir? How long after we swallow the pill do we get the power to communicate with each other over long distances?"