Just four days after the fire at the Dolce Kensington Club London, Professor Professor got to work helping the other U.Z.Z. agents interrogate the Impostors who'd been meeting up in the Chelsea nightclub. They weren't able to get much out of the Impostors, but they were able to enough information to piece together what was going on and why they were doing this. As much as Professor Professor had wanted to wheedle more information out of those grubby little insects, he was satisfied with what he got. At the very least, it confirmed Doctor Doctor's suspicions.

Speaking of Doctor Doctor, Professor Professor had decided that another date was in order. This time, they wouldn't have to bring work with them. It could just be a normal date, doing normal couple things at a normal restaurant. If only he could muster up the courage... Professor Professor just stood there, nervously fidgeting with his hands before letting his head rest against the door to the T.H.E.M. base.

"Why can't I do this?" he murmured to himself. "Why does it have to be so hard? All I need to do is knock on the door and just..."

His train of thought was soon interrupted when the door he was leaning on suddenly opened up to reveal Doctor Doctor wearing a towel around her naked body. Almost as if on cue, the towel fell off, revealing every inch of her body to him. Professor Professor had to blink a few times just to make sure he knew he wasn't hallucinating.

"Goddamn it..." Doctor Doctor mumbled as she hastily wrapped the towel back around her. "Why now of all times did the towel have to fall off?"

Professor Professor briefly glanced at her while she made herself decent again and then cleared his throat. "So..."

"So what?"

He rubbed his neck nervously and looked away. "There's actually a good reason why I caught you at an, erm, inopportune time."

"Well, come on, what is it?"

"Well... I was..." He tugged at his collar, which seemed to be getting tighter by the second. "I wanted to know... if-if, um, you..."

Doctor Doctor gestured at him to hurry up. "Yes? I don't have all day."

"I wanted to see... how you were holding up since that incident at the nightclub in Chelsea."

She tilted her head at him. "Really? That's it? That's what this is about?"

Professor Professor quickly nodded his head. "Ja."

"Well, I've certainly been through worse." She sounded dejected when she said this. "I'm actually fine for the most part, though."

"Oh... that's good."

He didn't speak after that. In fact, the both of them were just standing there, looking down at the floor as if trying not to make eye contact with each other. Eventually, Professor Professor cleared his throat to get her attention away from the floor.

"Well, I guess I'll... go now," Professor Professor finally spoke again. "Talk to you later?"

"Yes, yes, of course," Doctor Doctor quickly replied. "I'll... talk to you later."

She lowered her arm to pat him on the shoulder, and just like that, he started walking away. It was only when she'd had her back turned to him that she felt him grasp her fingers.

"Wait!" Professor Professor called out to her.

Doctor Doctor turned around to look at him. "What is it?"

"I actually came here because I wanted to ask you out on a date. Will you go out with me?"

Doctor Doctor stared at him, wide-eyed and with a little grin. "Of course I will. Why didn't you just say so in the first place?"

Professor Professor matched her grin and jumped straight into her arms. "Oh, thank you, Susan! I'll see to it it's the best night of your life! How do you feel about next Friday at 7?"

Doctor Doctor gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Perfect."

Soon enough, it was Friday, September 14. For their special date, Doctor Doctor decided that she would have a couple of her Expendables escort her and Professor Professor on their spiderbikes to Dahab Restaurant & Cafe in Dubai. Professor Professor was a little mystified by this trip, with it being his first time setting foot in the United Arab Emirates, let alone in Dubai. He figured that Doctor Doctor must've been somewhat familiar with the country, given she'd been known to do business with certain people there. Plus, she'd had a few run-ins with U.Z.Z. agents from the Emirati branch as well, especially on their home turf. (One of the U.Z.Z. agents from said branch, Tushika Hoshino, had told him herself about a hundred times.)

For this date, Professor Professor was wearing the same kind of outfit he'd worn at Professor Bichitaru's funeral, only with a baby blue tie instead of a red one. As for Doctor Doctor, she was wearing one of those little black dresses that ended at the thighs. This particular little black dress, however, was covered in sequins and came with mauve calf-high leather boots and a lace cobweb cape.

"This is quite the restaurant you picked for our date, Doctor Doctor," Professor Professor said. "Is this where you've held meetings before?"

"Da," Doctor Doctor replied. "I figured that if some of my past partners liked it here, then you would too. Now if we can just find our table..."

Doctor Doctor led Professor Professor the way through a row of tables before eventually spotting Expendables Forest Green Fourteen and Ultramarine Twenty sitting at a nearby table for four.

"Oh, there it is," Doctor Doctor blithely said. "Professor Professor, you remember Expendable Ultramarine Twenty, don't you?"

"Of course I do," Professor Professor said. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Her name is Oluremi Philips, but you can just call her Ollie. I certainly do. I'm assuming you also remember Expendable Forest Green Fourteen. His name is Adrian Mantzoukas. He's the one who tends to tag along with Min-jun from time to time."

Professor Professor raised an eyebrow. "You certainly seem to have a lot of trust in your staff."

"Naturally, of course. I might be harsh on them, but it's only to toughen them up. Believe it or not, I have a lot of respect for them."

Professor Professor gave with a cheeky smirk. "I can certainly see that with how you treat them."

"What about you?"

"I have a lot of respect for my coworkers, too. Sure, Victor may not be perfect, but I'm sure that can be fixed."

As the date went on, Oluremi and Adrian retrieved a bottle of Dom Pérignon Brut Champagne for their boss and her boyfriend to drink, which they did without breaking eye contact. Professor Professor and Doctor Doctor also talked a little more about themselves while they ate a seafood platter and a stuffed chicken with quinoa. It seemed just like any regular date.

"Freeze, scumbag!" they suddenly heard a voice yell out.

Professor Professor and Doctor Doctor turned around to see two U.Z.Z. agents from the South African branch, a man and a woman, pointing laser guns at them. The man was dirty blond, had fair skin covered in constellations of freckles, and was wearing a cinnamon pink jumpsuit equipped with the customary utility belt; while the woman had muddy brown skin with her dark hair done up in multiple tiny braids and was wearing a periwinkle jumpsuit equipped with the customary utility belt.

"I would put those away if I were you," Doctor Doctor sternly told them.

"Oh, really?" the woman asked incredulously. "And what happens if we don't, you goddamn megalomaniac? Are you going to kill him right then and there?"

Doctor Doctor seemed genuinely confused by this kind of questioning. "W-What? What are you talking about?"

Professor Professor was genuinely confused by this as well, but rather than let the situation get to him, he tried to change the subject. "Erm, why don't we just try to continue with the date? How about we... get some more champagne?"

"Ooh, I like that." Doctor Doctor then pulled out a device to signal Oluremi and Adrian. "Expendables, where are you? We need more champagne!" No answer. "Expendables, where are you?! Pick up!"

"You are under arrest!" the man practically yelled at Doctor Doctor. "If you know what's good for you, you will let us take you back to the U.K. base for questioning."

At that moment, Oluremi and Adrian staggered up to where the South African U.Z.Z. agents were and started making rude gestures at them. From the way they were swaying back and forth and how they were emoting, it seemed fairly evident that the Expendables were drunk off the champagne they were supposed to fetch.

"Hey, ode oshi!" Oluremi slurred out to the female South African U.Z.Z. agent. "What's your name?"

"Uh... Behati," the female South African U.Z.Z. agent replied. "But I don't see how that's relevant-"

"Well, Behati, you stupid ashiere, why don't you piss off outta here with that shite? Be doing us all a favor here."

"Are you drunk? You sound drunk."

"What's it matter if I'm drunk? Get outta here. You're ruining a nice night!"

Behati tried her best to keep calm about this situation, but her partner kept getting angrier and angrier as time went on.

"Surrender now!" Behati's partner yelled out to Oluremi and Adrian. "Or I will see to it that you never terrorize us again!"

"Oh yeah?" Adrian slurred at him. "You got anything to back you up on that, you little bitch?"

It seemed like that taunt was enough to take Behati's partner to his breaking point because he started lunging at Adrian, only for the latter to break the empty champagne bottle over his head.

Behati just gasped. "Clearence!"

"Susan, did you bring any gadgets with you... just in case?" Professor Professor quietly asked Doctor Doctor while Behati and Clearence were still duking it out with Oluremi and Adrian.

"I never thought you'd ask." Without hesitation, Doctor Doctor equipped herself with a web-shooter and shot some web fluid at the South African U.Z.Z. agents in order to incapacitate them. "Alright, that should keep them busy. Run!"

With that, Professor Professor and Doctor Doctor bolted out of the restaurant while Oluremi and Adrian kept the incapacitated U.Z.Z. agents busy. Soon enough, they made their way inside Cavalli Club and decided to take a rest there for a while.

"Okay, what now?" Professor Professor asked. "Oluremi and Adrian can only keep them distracted for so long."

"Not to worry, we have time," Doctor Doctor assured him. "Why don't we try to relax for a bit?"

Before either of them could really do so, a brown-skinned stripper with dark hair working inside the nightclub sauntered up to them and tried to act all seductive.

"Hey there, sexy," the mysterious stripper practically breathed. "Mind if I join in?"

Professor Professor recognized the stripper right away. "Tushika? What are you doing here?"

Tushika seemed to pay him no mind and just pointed a laser gun in Doctor Doctor's face upon recognizing her instead. "Freeze, Doctor Doctor!"

"Oh, come on!" Doctor Doctor yelled out in frustration. "Again with this jopa?!"

Tushika kept her laser gun pointed at the cyan-hued woman's face. "Let him go and we won't have problems."

"Kakogo chyorta? What is it with you people thinking I'm holding him hostage?"

"You have ten seconds before I shoot you. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six-" Before Tushika could finish the countdown, Doctor Doctor shot some web fluid onto her hands. "Son of a bitch!" She wasn't totally incapacitated, however, and was able to smack the butt of her laser gun into Doctor Doctor's left temple. "That's for pulling a Spider-Man on me!"

"Tushika, wait!" Professor Professor started to yell at the undercover Emirati U.Z.Z. agent. "This isn't what it looks like!"

But Tushika wasn't listening. She'd already broken free of the web fluid. "Don't worry, Professor Professor. You're safe now."

After Tushika had said this, Doctor Doctor got up and knocked the laser gun out of her hands. In retaliation, Tushika yanked her glasses off of her face.

"Gotcha now, bitch!" Tushika exclaimed.

"Hey!" Doctor Doctor yelled. "I need those to see!"

Tushika whistled for the other strippers to come where she was. Thirty seconds hadn't even gone by before the other strippers came to join her for a game of keep-away with Doctor Doctor's glasses. Professor Professor had to think quickly on how to get Doctor Doctor's glasses back, but how? He spotted Tushika's discarded laser gun on the ground and picked it up.

"Tushika!" Professor Professor called out to her.

Tushika turned around to see Professor Professor pointing the laser gun in her direction. "Hey! That's my gun!"

"That's right, and I'm going to shoot you with it if you don't give Doctor Doctor her glasses back."

"Like you even have the balls to do it. I know you, Professor Professor. You wouldn't dare to shoot me even if I was standing perfectly still."

"Normally, you'd be right, but this time I'm making an exception."

"I'd like to see you try."

Professor Professor shot a stripper in one of her buttcheeks to make an example out of her. "Believe me now?"

"Not really." With that, Tushika resumed playing keep-away with Doctor Doctor's glasses along with the other strippers. "You don't even have the balls."

Professor Professor shot another stripper in a buttcheek, then another stripper, then another stripper. Before he could shoot a fourth stripper, Behati and Clearence burst in onto the scene and pointed their own laser guns at the chaos unfolding before them.

"Gotcha now, kont!" Clearence yelled out to Doctor Doctor. "We got you dead to-!"

Professor Professor let out a spooked yelp and shot at Clearence's balla before he could finish. Clearence shrieked in pain while cupping his genitals and trying to stop the bleeding.

"Oh my God..." Tushika couldn't help but utter in horrified shock. "Professor Professor, what did you do?"

The next day, Professor Professor found himself in the briefing room with Victor, Anita, and Tom Bombadil. This time, however, he was also joined by Tushika Hoshino, Behati Leroux, and Clearence Prinsloo. Tom Bombadil had asked the other three U.Z.Z. agents to join him today in order to get their side of the story on what had happened back in Dubai.

"It's been brought to my attention that something happened in Dubai last night that left Clearence with an injured knob, and I want to get to the bottom of what that something was," Tom Bombadil began to speak. "Alright, before we begin, let's go over something first. As you already know, for reasons of security, my name is Changed Daily. Today, you may call me..." His cellphone beeped and he let out a deep, disappointed sigh. "Honey Boo Boo..."

Everyone else in the room just laughed.

"Anyway," Honey Boo Boo continued. "Something happened in Dubai and I want to get to the bottom of what that something was. So, Behati, Clearence, care to explain what happened that night?"

"Uh, certainly, Honey Boo Boo," Behati replied. "Well, someone over at headquarters had reported that Doctor Doctor was out and about at Dahab Restaurant & Cafe with two of her Expendables and that Professor Professor was also with her. Naturally, Clearence and I assumed that this was a kidnapping in progress, so we rushed over as quickly as we could on our skybikes."

Professor Professor just sat there and listened to Behati and Clearence continue to tell their side of the story. He wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible, and he hoped a window of opportunity would open itself up to him soon. Once Behati and Clearence were done telling their side of the story, Honey Boo Boo asked Tushika to tell her side.

"Well, it's not really anything special," Tushika began. "It was just like any other undercover mission. I was posing as a stripper at Cavalli Club because I was trying to catch some human traffickers in the act. Then, of course, Doctor Doctor showed up with Professor Professor and I assumed like Behati and Clearence that she had kidnapped him. So then I pulled out my laser gun and pointed it at her face, and she shot some sort of web fluid or whatever onto my hands and I just whacked the butt of my gun into the side of her head."

"I see," Honey Boo Boo said with intrigue. "What else happened?"

Professor Professor just sighed and fidgeted with his pointy stick for the time being. Did he really have to hear Tushika's side of the story? Part of him wanted to die right then and there, but he knew it wouldn't do him any good. Soon enough, Tushika was finished telling her side of the story.

"Alright, Professor Professor, it's your turn," Honey Boo Boo said. "Did you or did you not shoot Clearence in the knob with Tushika's gun? Yes or no?"

"Of course I did!" Professor Professor shouted with a hint of frustration. "How else was I supposed to get him and Behati to back off?"

"But why?" Tushika asked. "We were only trying to help you. If Doctor Doctor wasn't holding you hostage, then why were you with her? What exactly were you two doing?"

At this point, Professor Professor felt like he was about to explode with fury. "Alright, you want to know what we were doing?! Fine! We were on a date!"

Everyone else just looked at him, dumbfounded and shook up by what they'd just heard.

"A date?" Victor asked, still trying to process this information. "As in, a romantic date?"

"Yes, what did you think I meant?" Professor Professor answered.

"But why?" Tushika asked. "Didn't you once refer to her as a quote-unquote manipulative sociopath?"

"Something like that."

"So why would you go on a date with this woman, willingly I might add? You really expect me to believe that Doctor Doctor wasn't holding you hostage?"

"I know it can be hard to believe. It's one thing to regard what I'm telling you with skepticism. It's another to make wild accusations or insinuate that we've rekindled our relationship."

Tushika just peered at him, utterly befuddled. "What? I never said anything like that. What are you talking about?"

"Oh." At that moment, Professor Professor's face went pale. "Oh..."