This is a really short chapter with some humor in it

What Ails Emperor Milleous?

Washington D.C-White House

"Why haven't we located Ben Tennyson yet? It's been months!" Emperor Milleous screamed.

"Daddy, the fleet's been working around the clock trying to find a cure for your asthma. After all, you can't catch Ben Tennyson when you're sick," Attea said sweetly.

"Who *cough* said I had *cough* asthma?!" Milleous sputtered.

"Calm down, daddy. You don't want to get too excited. You might hurt yourself."

"I AM calm!"

"Um, sir. I thought you did 'cause you were having difficulty breathing and everything," a soldier said timidly.

"And why did you think that, you buffoon? I, Emperor Milleous never get sick!"

"It was your reaction to Walkatrout, sir."

"Walkatrout? He can't even do anything out of water!"

"That's exactly why sir. You laughed so hard you had difficulty breathing and were wheezing."

"How come I don't remember anything?"

"Shortly afterwards, you had a seizure and was knocked unconscious because your head hit the floor."

"Never ever mention this to anyone, you hear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good! Now get out of my sight, you slimeball!" The private ran out of the Oval Office.

""Hey daddy, you forgot that I was with you when you had that panic attack."

"So?"

"I kind of told everybody about your condition."

"You what?!"

"Oh, it was for a good cause. Morale's shot up 100% percent."

"I thought it was already at max."

"Oh no. It was close to zero before. Then everyone found out you were a laughingstock…"

"Enough of this rubbish!" Milleous bellowed.

"Ok, ok! Ima go get some people to find Tennyson."

"On the double!" Milleous screamed. Attea found the Tennyson trackers playing CoD MW3.

"Hey, Emperor Milleous, light of the Incursean Empire and apparent asthma suffer wants you to get off your lazy behinds and be productive!"

"All right, name something productive we can do!"

"I don't know. Go monitor all the Anti-Tennyson activities."

"Sure thing Princess."

The soldiers ran over to the console and quickly found the source of the massive amount of energy emitted from Bellwood General.

"Hey Emperor, I think we found a potential ally!"

"Who is it?" Milleous asked, coming over.

"See for yourself," the soldier said as he turned the screen towards his boss.

"Excellent. Yes, we'll need to pay a little visit to Mr. Levin here. He'll make a nice addition to our Kill Ben Tennyson coalition.