He stopped outside the door, "why the hell do I need this?"

There was a puff of fire that appeared in front of Dorian.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came to make an appointment with Martha Stewart and to take my little Smot to piss on Akasha's grave," he put his demonic pit-bull down. "I figured I would come here to tell you… that you don't need the portrait."

"…What?"

"You um, don't need it. It's like playing Poker with somebody else's money. You can go all in as many times as you want and you don't have to worry about it."

"So I don't need it… I could have known that a little earlier."

"Yes I suppose but then where is the fun in it for me?"

"Wow… so what do I do now?"

"Well you COULD actually do what you where sent here to do."

"You mean I actually have to do wooooooork!"

"Yup! Now get rid of sawyer."

"Wait, what happens after I kill him?"

"Hmmm… I never really thought that much of it. I mean I never thought that you would actually accomplishing SOMETHING. But I guess once you have proved your point, you come back to hell with me."

Dorian moaned, "I DON'T WANNA GO BACK!"

"Fine you little ingrate!"

There was a silence and in it the Devil said aloud to himself, "Am I really that bad?"

"Wow, who knew the devil was self conscious… So! What's the deal?"

"You come back with me now… or you can kill Sawyer, then you come back."

"BUT I DON'T WANNA GO BACK!"

"FINE! Fine. You kill Sawyer and in return you get another portrait and a new life."

Dorian thought it over, "Deal."

They shook on it and in a puff of smoke, the Devil vanished. Dorian stood in the middle of the street, holding the torn up portrait and dazing off into space He finally snapped out of his daze and threw his portrait to the side.

"Now what?" He thought to himself. He decided to stalk the rest of the League for the right moment to attack.

Dorian went back to the cookie store and watched as mina paid for the damages. Dorian snickered to himself. The league left the store and got into the new, lame, Nemomobile- aka- minivan. Surprisingly they did not head to the harbor to the Nautilus, but to a small bar like hotel.

Dorian followed them into the bar while lurking in the shadows.

Skinner proudly took his seat. The bartender strolled up, "The usual Rodney?"

"It's Skinner, nd Yeah. Get ma friends someting a little lighter."

"Anything for them it is." The bartender went to fill the order but spotted Tom. "Sorry kid, you can'r sit at the bar."

"What! I'm old enough to drink! See, I have my driver's license right here!"

"Yeah, you can drink… root beer at the kiddies table… and what the hell is a driver's license."

"Damn you Nemo. YOU KNOW WHAT! Fine… Mina, I'm gonna check out the rooms." Mina handed him the key. He walked afew steps, turned around, took the root beer off the counter and said "I'm takin THIS too!"

Dorian, who was watching the stupidity from afar, drank his Bloody Mary. When he saw Tom leave, Dorian threw a tip on the table and left unnoticed.

He followed the sound of Tom's foot steps upstairs. Tom finally stopped in front of room 815 and went inside.

When Dorian saw sure Tom was inside, he went up to the door and listened. Tom was busy watching TV. He couldn't decide on a channel because he kept flipping back and fourth. The room went silent for a moment and then he heard the shower go on.

Dorian tried the handle but it was locked. He searched his pockets for something to pick the lock with. He found a paperclip and actually got the door open.

"I knew boy scouts would pay off."

He went inside and found Tom had already made a mess.

Tom was still in the shower. Dorian pondered for a moment then as quietly as he could, walked into the bathroom, flushed the toilet, and ran out.

There was a loud scream of pain followed by, "Skinner! I'm going to kill you!"

Tom ran out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel in search of skinner. Tom rounded the corner and found Dorian standing in his cocky little pose.

"Boo," Dorian said softly. In reaction to this, Tom screamed,

"AHH!"

Dorian reacted quickly to Tom being shocked by screaming,

"AHH!" right back.

The screams continued back and fourth about 6 different times. Tom broke the chain by screaming, "AHH You PERVERT! What are you doing in my room! What are you GAY?"

There was a VERY awkward silence followed by, "GET THE HELL OUT SICKO!"

"I'm sorry, but I can't do that. You see, I was sent to kill you," Dorian took a knife to Tom's neck.

"Dude… at least have the decency to let me put on my pants. I mean com'mon. Honestly how would that sound? I can see it now, the head line: Dorian Gray Kills Man in Towel!"

"Alright, but hurry up and nothing funny," replied Dorian who would hate to ruin his own reputation.

"What could possibly be funny about putting on my pants?"

"I mean nothing that I wouldn't want you to do."

"Judging by the way you act… I would say you would like a guy better without his pants on"

"You're calling me gay again aren't you?"

"It would appear so," laughed Tom.

"Just get your pants on! Nothing funny. When I say funny nothing I don't like. When I say that I mean NO GUNS!"

"OOOOOO See, you need to be more clear about these things."

Tom left and got his pants on.

"Thank you…"

"No. no. no. I need a shirt now."

"STOP STALING!"

Tom started to dig through his bag and pulled on a bright yellow shirt."

Dorian shook his head in disgrace.

"What?"

"The shirt it's… Yellow… It's just not your color."

"GOSH! FINE…" He dug through his bag some more and threw a shirt at Dorian. "There's that shirt I owe you."

Dorian picked it up. It was pink with ruffles. " I thought it was YOU"

Dorian growled and threw the shirt to the side. "Why exactly do you have a pink fluffy shirt?"

Tom let out a laugh as he pulled on a T- shirt. "You don't wanna know. But I will say… I was pretty sauced that night."

"Very nice. So, are you ready to die Sawyer?"

"Honestly, It wasn't on my list to do."

"Too bad, so sad," Dorian took his knife out again and held it to Sawyer's neck. Before Dorian could take his final swipe, the door swung open and a drunken Skinner hopped in.

"EY! IT'S DORIAN! YEAY!" Skinner ran up to Dorian, shoved Tom aside and gave him a hug, "I Love you man! DORIAN! I gotta show you sump'tin!" Skinner garabbed Dorian's arm and pulled him outside. Dorian struggled to get out of the grasp of Skinner who was soon joined by Tom in shoving Dorian.

"Com on Dorian! Why Don't you want to come out to playyy?" teased Tom as he helped shove Dorian into the hall.

They finally got him out and at the top of Skinner's lungs, he yelled, "EY! EVERYONE! LOOKIE 'ERE!"

The rest of the league came out of their rooms.

Mina was in an all back nightgown, Jekyll in footie Pajamas, and Nemo in a night robe with a night cap and teddy bear.

"EVERYONE LOOK WHAT I FOUNDID!"

Mina was about to go on another rant but she saw Skinner had something important to show them. He quickly ruined his reputation by screaming in a drunk fashion, "LOOKY 'ERE LOOKY WHAT I FOUND! A Life size KEN DOLL! And it was just, just lying on Tom's floor."

"Thank you Skinner. I will be sure to put the doll back where it belongs."

Skinner gave Mina a nod and a big smile of accomplishment, and then fell flat face on the floor.

This scene was so bizarre that not even Dorian, who was now not being held, wanted to leave, but instead stared at Skinner.

It was silent for a full 5 minutes until Skinner picked himself up, wiped off his coat, and asked, "Wha'd I miss?"

Dorian replied by saying, "Good God man how drunk ARE you?"

"EY! Ken! I am NOT drunk! hiccup ok… maybe I am but at least I'm not made of PLASTIC…" Skinner walked up to Dorian and tripped over himself as he went to poke him. Skinner got his poke in but was now leaning against Dorian. Skinner looked up from his finger to Dorian's face and said, " Ello!"

Dorian pushed skinner back away from him and leaned him against the wall.

"Okay. Let me just do what I have to get done and leave!" Dorian took out his sword cane and put it to Sawyer's neck. Dorian slid the sword down his throat. Not enough to hurt him, but just enough so that he could feel the sharpness of the cold hard steel against his neck.

"Ready to die?"

Tom quickly took out a pocket knife he had snuck into his pocket from his bag earlier and slashed Dorian's hand. Dorian did nothing more move his sword closer to Tom's neck and tighten his grip. The slashes in Dorian's hand quickly healed and vanished.

"I take that as a yes."

Dorian was about to slice Tom's throat but was again interrupted by Skinner.

"WOAH! DID YA'LL SEE DAT! TATS CRAZY! HE'S NOT KEN! He's like IMMORTAL or sumptin!"

"Skinner my friend," Dorian called withot taking his eyes off of Sawyer, "you are one DUMB drunk!"

Skinner wobbled over to Dorian and Skinner's eyes lit up… or would have been if you could see them.

"O MY GAWSH! You… you…know my NAME!"

"Of course I do you MORON!" Dorian rolled his eyes keeping his grip tight.

"Are you… are you god?"

"WHAT! No Skinner! I am FAR from it!"

"Then can I have your autograph?"

"What? NO! Not now!"

"PLEASEEEE?"

"Skinner NO! I'm about to kill your one and only friend."

"NO NOT WAFFLEZ THE PONY?... I mean TOM! The least you could do is give my your autograph, Superman."

"Tell you what, I'll sign in his blood!"

Skinner let out a growl and stormed off to his room.

"Okkkkkkkay… any last words Sawyer?"

"Yes… Go to hell."

"Sorry, wont be there anytime soon."

Skinner ran out of his room and shoved Tom aside, "NOW DAT I GOTZ YA ATTETION! Can I pleazzzze 'ave ya autograph?"

He held out a piece of paper and a pen.

"PLEZZZZZZZZZZZZE"

"FINE! But only if you promise to leave me alone and let me kill him in peace!"

Dorian took the paper and signed, "Erm… Superman? AKA: Dorian Gray"

"Now PLEASE step aside."

"Sorry can't do that."

"What! WHY NOT?"

"I am you #1 let alone only fan! I am now… YOUR #1 STALKER!"

sigh "Then as my loyal fan, I order you to step aside!"

"Yes sir."

Skinner stepped back but when he moved, Dorian realized this was all a setup and Tom had gotten away.

"You really tink I cant 'old ma drink! Need yo learn a bit mor' bout 'ya fans now don't ya?"

Skinner gave Dorian a cocky smile, wiped the rest of his makeup and ran off.

Dorian stood speechless in the middle of the empty halway. After a few moments he said to himself, "You make have won the battle Sawyer, but you haven't won the war. I WILL get you

Dorian slowly walked off and began his quest once more.