Far away, in some strange land, wherever Ryuga went during the time he was traveling, we notice a slight disturbance in the random wildlife.
"I AM YOUR FATHER!"
Kenta peered around the tree, wondering who could be scaring the birds down from the trees. Most of them dead.
"LUKE, I AM YOUR FATHER!"
Ryuga, wielding a cobalt-colored lightsaber, stabbed at unseen opponents, his cape/jacket billowing in the wind.
"I SAID I AMMMM YOUR FATHER! NOW FIGHT ME!"
He struck a tree with heartfelt vengeance.
"I AMMM YOUR-ah, forget it." The lightsaber disappeared and Kenta decided to label it in his mind as "Regular Life."
Over in Dungeon Gym, somewhere in America, we wonder what could be making all that racket.
"Mfgmshabdo, Solo!" Toby practices his Greedo impression in private. But not completely alone.
Masamune and Zeo are laughing in the basement, watching the secret video screens, as the Team Dungeon leader creeps up behind Toby and grabs him by the shoulders.
Toby screams, and yells to high sky. His scream breaks the mirror in front of him.
"YOU'RE DEAD!" Hopefully that gym leader will save his own skin somehow.
Up on top of some peaceful mountain, supposedly alone in a rotting temple, the lovely atmosphere is interrupted by some inferior sci-fi nerd.
"IT IS YOUR FATE. JOIN ME LUKE, AND WE SHALL RULE TOGETHER."
"FATHER! NOOOOOO!"
He turned with a gasp, quickly followed by an urge to wring Gingka's neck as they raced down the mountainside.
Over in Metal City, we observe a regular lunchtime with the eccentric president of the WBBA, in an attempt to lighten the day; but his geekhood is evidently lost on Hikaru.
Hikaru paused in front of Ryo's desk. She knew he was busy; she should probably bring him lunch from the cafeteria downstairs.
"What do you want for lunch, sir?"
He paused for a moment to think; and then, "BRING ME SOLO AND THE WOOKIE."
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Uh, it was a quote."
"From...what?"
"Star wars."
"Oh. So what do you want?"
"BRING ME CHICKEN AND A COOKIE."
"Okay. That's better."