Luke Thomas had only been with this group a week but it's been plenty of time for THOSE thoughts to creep back into his head. What was he doing here exactly? Sure Gigangta has made sure his been ready for this, but the man with the new designation of being Plastic Man, albeit not by choice, was feeling déjà vu with being a super hero. Heck when they caught that weird snake cult group thing Luke felt his panic attacks kick in, hyperventilating himself into a giant balloon again. This time though one of them bounced off of him like bouncy castle to attack, and someone else ended up using him as the world's biggest bowling ball and rolling him down the street, knocking out some of them. Luke wasn't sure who did what. He was too busy trying to stop growing while apologizing profusely.

Luke was in his living quarter, having secured a iced coffee drink, with a pinch of nutmeg and soy milk, just how he likes it. Flipping through a magazine on modern tech when the alarm sounded, scaring Luke half to death. Fumbling out of his room Luke awkwardly slipped on his shades and adjusted his tights as he ran to the room. "Coming, coming!" He called out, not watching where he was going Luke didn't apply the breaks. Slipping and tumbling into the room. Slamming into the adjestant wall a tangled mess. "Oh dear... Little help here?" He meekly asked aloud.