Meanwhile, at the former McFist building, Billy was beginning to get impatient. The building now lavished in red silks, purple leaopard print, and glod trimmings. They formerly dreary atmosphere now bright

and vibrent with all the shining objects and colorful decorations. Billy stood on a pedistol of sorts, as zombie-fied team of dressers took his measurements in order to suit him for some new clothes. As he

stood, arms outstretched, he tapped his foot angrily. He had the building all re-furnished, he had his tailors, but the camera's had not had any progess, or if they did, no one had reported it to him, and he was

still awaiting the camera crew. Billy huffed angrily, and looked around impatiently. Finally, he threw his hands in the hair, startling the tailors. The zombies flew backwards, some falling on the ground out of

surprise. Billy drifted off of the pedistool, brushing aside the slowly rising zombies, as he stormed off towards 'Billy's Chair'. This chair, being a large purple silk chair with gold trimming. A golden B was

inscribed in golden cursive on the back cushion. Billy flopped into the seat, promptly falling through it. He muttered a curse under his breath. After a second or two, his violet mirage floated upwards, and back

onto the chair. He snapped his fingers, calling the zombies to attention, before shooing them away. They all left, groaning as they went. After everyone was gone, Billy grabbed a guitar, and began to play softly. Humming, he stroked each guitar string with a pick slowly. Then, he quickly began to pick up pace, getting faster and faster as the pitch went higher and higher. Billy leapt out of his chair and slid onto the tan tile flooring, as the guitar blasted harmonious melodies and shreiks of guitar music. It took a while, but after a few minutes, one of the guitar strings broke due to his rapid pace. Billy frowned, narrowing his eyes at the guitar, before throwing it aside. The guitar flew out a window with a crash. Suddenly, the white alibaster doors flew open. Billy looked up to see men in black suits dragging a body-sized bag with them.

"What's that?"

Billy asked, curious as to what was in the bag. It was moving, and small grunts could be heard from the inside. The two men unzipped the bag, and dumped it out. From the bag, a small boy fell. It was Spencer. Rubbing his head, Spencer sat up and looked around. It wasn't for a good minute when he npticed Billy, kneeling on the ground in front of him. Spencer's eyes became wide, and he lunged towards Billy. He hugged him and grinned.

"BILLY! I thought I'd never see you agai-"

Billy pushed Spencer away, putting a quick end to Spencer's affectionious act of rejoice. Spencer sat back confused. billy glared at the two men behind Spencer and pointed at him.

"What is this?"

"It's the camera boy you wanted, sir."

"CAMERA BOY?! I SPECIFICALLY SAID CAMERA CREW!"

"But sir-"

"BUT NOTHING. GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT!"

Billy yelled at the top of his longs, pointing towards the door. The men approached Spencer, who fearfully sat back, but Billy shook his head.

"Leave the boy. I can find a job for him, or a use at least."

The two men backed away, and left the room without speaking. Billy stood up, and floated over to his chair. Spencer followed suit, standing up, and brushing himself off.

"B-Billy? What was that about?"

Billy looked up lazily, putting his hands behind his head.

"Listen, kid. This is my place. Don't touch anything, don't breath on anything, just stay put until I can think of something to do with you."

Billy's words shocked Spencer. Kid? What was that supposed to mean? What had happened to Billy?

"What's your problem? I thought-"

Billy raised his hand, signaling for mSpencer to stop talking. Spencer stopped, and frowned. There was something off about Billy now. His once friendly blue glow was gone, and a menacing purple. It was so unlike him to be such a diva, even him being him.

"What's going on?"

Spencer asked quietly. Billy lifted his sunglasses, and peered over at Spencer.

"You know, zombie, enslavement of the world, the norm."

"ENSLAVEMENT?! OF THE WORLD?! I mean, the zombies might be cool, but...no! Why are you doing this?!"

"Simple, bromigo. To make my music known to the world. Also, to be it's supremo ruler forever."

Spencer shok his head and slowly backed away. This wasn't Billy. He may have looked like him, talked like him, and had his lingo, but Billy would never do that.

"T-The Ninja will stop you!"

He said, making a meek attempt at threatening Billy.

"The...Ninja? Who's that? Some sort of hippie band?"

"No, an actual ninja! And he can stop you! He'll stop you, and find the real Billy!"

By now, even with such little knowledge, Billy was fascinated with the idea of a real ninja. Whoever it was, it would be a good aid to have. As for the find the real Billy statement, Billy could only chuckle.

"Sorry, kid. There is no other Billy. I am the one and only Billy Joe Cobra. This Ninja won't stand a chance, I can assure you. Now, be a nice little kid, and stay put. I feel a song coming on."