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[sub][B]Location:[/B][I]Titans Academy[/I][/sub][sup][right][b]Episode #2.1.C&D:[/b] [I]Additional Adversaries[/I][/right][/sup][sub][hr][/sub]

As the ending credits ran on the small laptop, ME sloppily lapped his ‘hands’ onto the device’s top and slammed it shut. There was no ill emotion behind the sudden act, simply a lack of fine motor controls (and likely a lack of said motors to begin with) that currently plagued the amoeba-on-steroids called ME.

[color=lime]”GREAT WOW BUT NO GOOD BAD. THIS INFORMATION OF STREAMED HAS BEEN MAKES ME FEEL LEFT AND RIGHT INSIDE.”[/color] ME commented, sharing his feelings on the piece of art with his fellow Titan.

The Titan that had accompanied ME in this ocular odyssey was left speechless for a few moments. Only after piecing together his thoughts did the prince begin to speak. [color=#0ca390]“That… was the greatest live action media production I have witnessed since coming to the surface.”[/color] Granted, those were far and few between but it was still high praise. [color=#0ca390]“Though, I’m somewhat disappointed the doctor never said those words the social media denizens were clamoring about. Did I somehow miss it while being enthralled by the visuals and story?”[/color] 

[color=lime]“LIKELY. COMPUTOR WEB WILL BE GREAT IN BEING CORRECT.”[/color] The alien commented, his sludge-like body, oozing down a bit from his robotic carapace as he took a break from holding his form together. With a sudden jerk, his body became more cohesive again and placed the laptop in his beaten and battered backpack. His robot body was built to be brutalized but the measly human-made backpack was never meant for the wear and tear of a genuine temp and part-time superhero.

[color=lime]”ME INTENT PIRACY FOR NEXT FILM. YOU SUGGEST? ME SUGGEST MOVIE BEFORE THIS MOVIE. UMPIRE ATTACKER CONTRADICT HE IS UMPIRE AS WELL. COMPUTOR WEB READ.”[/color] ME then brought his two arms up to give what could be interpreted as two thumbs up.

The image of undersea raiders attacking the royal tax collectors manifested in Dragonson’s mind as ME mentioned pirating the next movie they would be watching. While the term didn’t make that much sense, context clues allowed him to make an educated guess with his response. [color=#0ca390]“I'm certain the Sillan coffers won’t be missing the few sycees I'll use to purchase our next film. Though, what exactly is an umpire?"[/color] The term felt familiar but perhaps he was confusing it with the empires that had risen and fallen while the kingdom of Silla stood proud. 

[color=lime]”BLITZ WITH UN-FUR, NON-MUSCLE, NO STAR-RADIATION. HOT.”[/color] ME explained, beginning to head for the door [color=lime]”FEED WITH DINING TO REQUEST WITH ME?”[/COLOR] ME said in a tone that could be interpreted as if he was asking a question the Sillian.

[color=#0ca390]“Ah, I suppose it is time for supper… Or perhaps lunch? I’ve honestly lost track of time.”[/color] The lack of his personal servants attending to his every whim was quite the shock at first all those years ago when he first left for the surface, and even today Dragonson needs a nudge towards fulfilling menial tasks every now and then. As he stood up from his seat in order to get to their next destination, the rush of blood and the numbness of his legs were enough to cause a noticeable ache. [color=#0ca390]“Damnation. I honestly do not understand how you surface folk deal with being weighed down… Perhaps I shall petition lord Cyborg for a water pool in my suite to counteract this sensation.”[/color]  

[color=lime]”YOU PREACH TO ME WHO IS GROUP OF ZEALOT SINGERS. GREAT BAD AMOUNT OF WEIGHT TO EARTH.”[/COLOR] ME commented in agreement, moving out of the room and dragging his backpack behind him. After leaving the room ME’s focus was immediately drawn to the speedster veteran mulling around the tower, messing about with his communicator. Everyone’s favorite martian made his way over to see what was going on.

Upon hearing the Flash mention the mall as the team’s destination for their next lesson, Dragonson’s curiosity had to be addressed. [color=#0ca390]“Sir Flash, how are we to proceed towards the location? Personally, I would love to take an aero plane if one was available for use as I haven’t been to the sky yet.”[/color]  The prince had assumed that this was a leisurely outing. After all, why else would anyone go to the mall when you can use delivery services for all your perishables and luxuries. Regardless, the pair were ready and raring to go though they were currently unaware of the threat that awaited for them.