Disclaimer: I own Aladdin. Finally! Naw, just kidding, I still don't own anything.
You're Only Second Rate—Jonathan Freeman
"You're real funny, Kevin, when you try and beat me. I find it quite amusing," Darkstar sneered. "You try to slam me with your hardest stuff, but your double whammy isn't top to snuff. Let me help you understand: you're only second rate. Gwen loves me more and you know it. I'm number one on every list!"
"Really?" Kevin asked. "Well, I can see on the lists of Dumb ass, Jerk, Power-hungry Jerk, Ugly, Butt Ugly, Evil, Liar but the rest I'm not sure."
"Alright, I'll let you hit me with everything you've got, and I won't do anything. Then you'll see how much Gwen deserves me." While Michael Morningstar stood still, Kevin hit him with everything he had, but still, Morningstar looked unfazed, almost smirking like he knew Kevin could never hurt him. He was right, Kevin couldn't.
Michael suddenly let out a blast that pinned Kevin against a wall. He walked over, laughing the entire time.
"Like I said," he sneered, "you're only a second rate," and walked out to invite "lovely Gwen" out to dinner.