Joey stomped around, pounded with the imminence of his plan to purchase a new card of rare value; contempt boiling inside and his want to defeat Kaiba and Kaiba-related products. He then received a traumatic vision from Pegasus.
"Joey, hello..."
Joey leaped out of his open window and bashed his knee on a slab of vertical pavement, as well as his dueling disk, of which the fragmented pieces departed and reassembled to form new monster technology, only this time the result sublimed, burning through Wheeler's eyes with gaseous monster insurgence.
"I should really take better care of my monsters," laughed Joey as he scratched the back of his head.
Up from above, the man of the hour was seen. Kaiba came down in front of Joey on his slick KaibaCopter. From the engines spewed cockatrice chins with power of the like generated by the immortal zeal of sun god Ra.
Joey flinched as his prospects rescinded. He was on elbows and knees as the last of the bird balls bounced off his devil's flesh, and he was reborn as a compromised man on the ledge fighting for the recognition of underdeveloped decks and dreams. He vomited his breakfast at Kaiba's feet and took off on his copter. But he didn't know how to fly, and so the copter was lifted toward the vacuums of space full of insect-beasts and beast-warriors and hellfire-born beast-gods of Egypt. The realms of duel monsters' descent to earth-dom began to reek of the intermingling, and Kaiba repossessed slave-wrought monster divinity status through his uncontrollable urge to be a Kaiba set at naught to the Egyptian forces, and a Kaiba of ego to his manhood.