"I HAVE YOU NOW!" the skeleton overlord shouted.

Lord Hater had been pursuing Wander and his trusty steed, Sylvia, for over twelve hours. He just HAD to catch Wander and torture him and hear his screams of agony to complete his remix and-

"PLEASE, SIR, WE'RE ALMOST OUT OF GAS!" Commander Peepers begged his boss. "YOU CAN LOSE THIS ONE TIME!"

He replied, "I'VE BEEN LOSING TO HIM FOREVER! NOT! THIS! TIIIIIIIIIIME!" He had the ship's crane hand reach out to catch him.

At that moment, they ran out of gas. Lord Hater's space ship crashed face-first into the ground (Then again, the ship was his head). The Watchdogs on board all flew into the walls and mumbled angrily among themselves.

The orange figure hopped up with his blue friend into a large bubble. "Later, Hater! Thanks for the game of chase!" Wander shouted back.

Hater exploded, and quite literally, too. Bolts of green lightning sparking from his fists, he thundered, "WANDER ALWAYS WINS! IT'S NOT FAAAAIIIIR! I'M THE GREATEST OF ALL THE GALAXY, NOT HIM!"

His pal tried calming him down, "Sir, at least you caught his hat! Now you can hang it up on your trophy shelf!"

"I DON'T LIKE HIS STUPID HAT!" he roared. "AND I DON'T WANT IT!"

"M-Maybe it has gas in it, or something that could help us!" Peepers suggested. His eye showed hints of worry.

Lord Hater suddenly exclaimed, "I KNOW! Maybe it has gas in it, or something that could help us! What are you waiting for, C-Peeps? GET THE HAT!"

"Why do I still work here?" Peepers sighed and trotted out to retrieve the hat.