"I don't know how you two talked me into this." The silence shattered as Riley let out a characteristically dramatic groan. The young woman found herself wearing water skis, hanging onto the handle attached to a motorboat. And who is sailing the boat?

"It is because we are right." Yep. Los hermanos. The twins. One sat behind the wheel as the other rested by his side, giving her words of 'comfort.'

"You need not fear for your insignificant life, we intend on having much more fun with you."

"Yeah, that is not helping. Just warp me out if I'm about to get maimed or the like. Now go before I realize what I'm doing." Eyes were clenched shut only to open again.

As they shared a knowing look, the Twins started the engine. Riley felt the tug on the rope as she began to be dragged along. "Man, I haven't done this since last summer with Perce." She muttered, fighting the force of the water to keep her feet apart. She was finally upright, her legs wobbly as the boat pulled her across the water.

"It looks like the Riley has done this before." The passenger Twin smirked, watching as the green hair flew in the female's eyes which triggered a 'fuck' from the skier.

"Let us kick it up a notch." Driver twin chuckled as he shifted the boat's gears, the knots increasing in speed.

"Whoa, whoa!" They heard behind them, broadening their duplicate grins. Soon there was a scream and then a splash, as soon laughter and the noises of the engine were left. Then in a flash of green, a soaking wet Riley was in board, shivering and shooting glares at the still laughing aliens. "Not cool, guys."

"Incorrect.."

"That was so cool, your body temperature is now cold."

Wow that sounded incredibly lame. But at this point, being a week now since she found herself in this obscure and obscene world, Riley had gotten accustomed to their chummy banter. She just rolled her eyes and fought her own smile. "Yes, I am now freezing, woe is me." She snickered, green hair bumping at her vision. "I've gotta admit, this was a good idea. Superjail has been pretty boring these last few days."

And oh, that would soon end. Suddenly from the shore, she could see a stone fist punching itself out of the ground, the faint screaming of the local secretary as he flew up, crashed down, and broke off the ball of the mace.

"Well that's new-hey!" Riley groaned, head swimming again from the sudden molecular relocation.

"the warden has found a little something something."

"The ancient city of Pummelonia has risen."

"Combaticus!"

Two blond heads whirled around to face the cheering human, wearing a possibly puzzled expression. She on the other hand, brought down her raised arms, clearing her throat. "What? I like the name."

It didn't take long for Riley to find herself back in the penitentiary Superjail, grumbling once again about teleporting.

"Did you hear about Fight City?" "Fight what?"

This got the green haired gal to roll her eyes, only to find herself being dragged along whilst wearing roller skates. "Sweet Jesus's tidy whities! What is going through your heads?!"

"If the Warden has built the ultimate fighting arena-"

"We must build the ultimate fighting machine."

"Well that's nice-cheese and crackers you did it again!" Warped again, Riley tried to regain her footing. Her feet still wore skates, wheels rolling and bringing her feet out from under her, landing with a thud on the ground.

"You should be a bit more careful."

"You might slip."

"Screw you too."