Max: "(closed mouth snicker) Now listen closely. Hidden sensors in this room will detect any use of power. The power sensed will trigger a one-hundred-thousand volt wave of electricity straight through his manacles. He will have absolutely no chance of survival. Sleep tight. Heh heh heh heh."
Max and his robot escort slithered out of sight. J-Dude was looking very disappointed, while the others could only gape at the hopeless situation.
J-Dude: "I don't understand how this happened. I made copies of that letter again and again. Why didn't it reach you?"
Eddy: "Say what?"
J-Dude: "I wrote letters so when you needed evidence of my well-being from the dragon, it would find you. According to Max, you made the wish, but why didn't my message get there?"
Edd looked up and smacked himself in the face.
Edd: "The letter! It must have been that thing that fluttered over us after the wish was made! But we got the cube instead."
Jason: "What was in that letter anyway?"
J-Dude: "Information on how I had survived and was now successfully fighting off his army. I asked you to stay on Earth where it was safe. Bringing potential captives into the fray was exactly what he would have wanted."
Ed: "How did you escape J-Dude!"
J-Dude: "Well, after the ship was toast I tried using Instant Transmission on Max's flag ship, the Leviathan. I stowed away and decided to do a little covert-ops. I had figured Max for dead, but men searching the debris field found his mangled body. He looked dead enough; but when I followed them into a hospital deck, I found his secret weapon. The thing that brought him to life, the 'Rejuvenator' was onboard. I watched as it resurrected his body, making him even stronger thanks to their cell manipulation techniques. I laid low for a few days, learning about their plans and their way of life. I was eventually bold enough to privately seek out one of his most unwilling minions. After gaining his trust, he recruited a fair number of people, some higher up in Max's operations. Confidentially, I think we still have a few of ours spies in his company. But anyway, one of ours got scared and went turncoat on us. It was almost a massacre. We were fortunate enough to grab their prototype Spitfire hit and run fighters, the one's you saw us fighting in, and make our escape. They think we are just a fleet, but really we have a hidden base that I won't talk more of here."
A low pitched sinister laugh echoed through the beige hallway.
Max: "Yes, this is much too comfortable a place to hear you speak. Let's try the execution chambers; among your screams of anguish I should be able to discern those few words from you. I'll take your friends too, except for this weak one. I'll keep him alive as an incentive to cooperate. Let's go shall we?"
Max had the cell opened, and kept a pair of robot guards at Jason's room. Max pointed to a monitor in his room and a large room with lethal looking devices appeared on the screen. He had a very sadistic expression that crawled across his face.
Max: "I thought maybe watching your friends last moments would let you know when your turn was coming. Unfortunately, the volume is stuck on high. Enjoy, I know I will."
With that he left the area with his captives, leaving Jason to brood on the situation. How, he thought, had he ended up here in the first place? A little over a week ago he was a custodian on a space station. Now he was in a jail cell on a planet he didn't know existed trillions of miles from home about to watch four people he hardly knew, but now considered friends, be assassinated by an alien brought back from the dead. ("Dear God I'm crazy"), he thought. But then he thought something he hadn't before. Maybe Rodney slipped while mopping and nailed him in the face with his mop, putting him into a trauma-induced coma? Or maybe he was dreaming, trying to escape the dullness of his reality through his subconscious. ("When I wake up,"), he thought, ("I'm getting a cat-scan"). After a few minutes, he saw that they had finally reached the execution room. Grudgingly, the four let themselves be strapped into the tables, the sharp objects dangling ominously from above. Eddy was sweating and squirming more than the others.
Eddy: "I'M TOO YOUNG, AND HANDSOME. You wouldn't harm the face of perfection would ya'? I mean, ridding me from the universe is like throwing red paint on the Mona Lisa! Just don't hurt me! I'll make it worth your while!"
Max looked perplexed and impressed at the same time.
Max: "You people let him go around with the false sense that he's attractive? Perhaps you know more of Saiyan pride than I figured."
Eddy looked at Max like he had hit him across the face with a shovel, his fear quite evaporated.
Eddy: "And you're saying I'm not? I'll have you know that countless chicks have called me PHAT!"
Max: "Fat? And you bring this contradiction into the matter because…?"
Eddy: "Hello! Physically Hot And Tempting? Ring any bells?"
Max looked to the others in interest and amusement.
Max: "Tell me, do you have to listen to this vacuous dribble whenever he's in your presence, or is he just stalling for time?"
Edd looked forward in an unimpressed way, with the impression of someone inspecting their shoe-laces.
Edd: "Welcome to my world. I'm only too happy on this occasion that Eddy's self image has befouled your mind with his irremovable vandalism of the brain."
Max: "I suppose a last act of defiance is understandable. Let's begin shall we? First, I thought that a few terawatts of electricity might be a good taster."
Max pushed a button on the panel in front of him. All four began to writhe in pain while the bolts of electrical energy shot through their bonds. This use of power caused many short brownouts on the planet.
Max: "Don't bother struggling! I've had a new element created for those bonds that can hold up against your power. We call it Unundecium. Do you like it?"
J-Dude: "You've been… (Ung!)… A right busy little bee haven't you?"
Max: "Yes, I find that manual labor mixed with fear beyond reckoning produces things very quickly indeed. Now tell me, where is the Revolutionary's headquarters?"