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[sub][i][b]“I’m not afraid of the police. But you? I might make an... exception. Do you have to go to a specialist store to fit into those pants? That can’t be cheap.”[/b][/i][/sub][/center]
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[color=007236][b]“Hey, Grumpy Bros— in case you haven’t noticed, Mxy-prick might have put our [i]partners[/i] in danger. You two have Speedies on your Earths, right? So how about we forget the name-and-blame and figure out what we’re going to do. I don’t know about you, but I am [i]not[/i] about to fail my partner.”[/b][/color]

It was bad enough that he had to take the occasional lecture from Batman or Superman, but hearing from [i]himself[/i] was just a big downer. Oliver nodded as he looked to the one who had probably stopped him from having the headache that was arguing with his other self. 

But the one designated as “Number Two” was right. There was no reason for him to sit down and start an argument that probably would lead to an existential breakdown for the trinity of archers when his sister was in danger. Because why else would the inter-dimensional asshat give them reason to be nervous? There was the possibility that he was just messing with their heads, but given their current situation they probably could not have been any more confused. But then again, Mxyzpltk was a damned enigma who was very fond of making his victim’s riddled in confusion; a tactic that brought much amusement to Mxyzpltk.  

[color=green][b]“Yeah.”[/b][/color] He sighed. [color=green][b]“Sorry, it’s kind of been a shitty night.”[/b][/color]

But without any clues where were they going to begin? Perhaps it’d be a good question to bring up to the group.

[color=green][b]“Without any idea of where to start, what’s our plan?”[/b][/color]
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His question was interrupted to the sound of bodies hitting brush— inbound on their position. As if on reflex, he made behind the nearest tree to gain some cover. 

[color=green][b]“Huh, do you think our new friends are more ruggedly handsome vigilante archers?”[/b][/color] 

He shot the comment back at his fellow newfound “longbow hunters” as he grabbed an arrow out of his quiver, preparing for a fight; because it was really unlikely that Mxyzpltk summoned them here for a good friendly game of tennis. Nobody ever broke the universe on a childish whim for something that did not involve nearly killing you; even if this was in a "fun" manner to do it in, it really did not change his feelings about it.