Funny thing in place of Disclaimer: If, when you plant a flower bulb, you get a flower, then, based on its name, what should you get when you plant a light bulb?
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It took four months, but everything was successfully fixed. Tahu asked why they didn't have a Kolhii exhibition match to celebrate, thereby inadvertently exciting everyone about it, necessitating one. The three top teams were to play: Ta-Metru, Ga-Metru, and Po-Metru. Ta-Metru's team almost had to substitute Kepura, because it would be unfair for a Toa to play against Matoran, until Takanuva's mask accidentally slipped off, turning him back into Takua.
Ga-Metru really seemed to be winning at first, but Po- and Ta-Metru caught up, making the score 2-2-2. The next goal would win. Takua ran toward the ball and flipped over it, scooping it up, then flipped completely over, hurling the ball at high speed to Jaller. Jaller, caught off guard (which he rarely was, considering his job) put up his shield. The ball impacted, deflected, and soared into the Ga-Metru goal, ending the game. Ta-Metru had won the first match played in the newly rebuilt Coliseum! The real Turaga Dume, who had been awakened and reinstated as Turaga of all Metru Nui, asked the teams to take their bows, but did not finish the sentence in which he asked them to do so.
"Uh-oh," Lewa and Matau said simultaneously. "Bad-trouble."
A large ball had just rolled out of an entrance and unfolded. It was a Bohrok Kal. Another rolled from a different entrance and did the same. One specimen of each of the six kinds appeared. Huge swarms of Bohrok and Bohrok Va followed, creating an even larger group. Takua immediately slammed on his Mask of Light. The Bahrag appeared at the outskirts of the group, followed by the specimens of every form of Rahkshi. Takanuva's hands reflexively flew up to his mask, clutching it to his face. Visorak of every sort crawled across web lines overhead. Muaka, Nui-Jaga, Nui-Rama, Kane-Ra, Manas, Tarakava, all kinds deadly Rahi entered, led by the Dark Hunters' pet, the Rahi Nui. Kraata slithered in, screeching. The Matoran immediately evacuated, except for the Ta-Metru guard, who drew their swords. The Toa jumped down to the arena. The winged form of Makuta that had fought Vakama so long ago alighted on the outer edge of the stands, Krekka at his right and Nidhiki flanking at his left.
Matau looked up at Nidhiki and Krekka. He noticed an odd, faint glow about their faces, in similar color to that of an infected mask. He gasped, realizing what it meant.
Turaga Dume's hands flew to the control panel of his observation deck, and he was about to send the deck flying up the track to its highest possible height. Shortly before he could, however, his two Vahki Rorzakh guards grabbed his arms, and, tightly holding on, flew away, carrying the startled Turaga with them to safety.
"This time," snarled Makuta in his deep growl, "I will not even leave the Matoran alive. You all must die!"
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Oooooh, cliff hanger!
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