The city of Agrabah hosted the capital of the nation of Arabia. It was ruled by Hamed, a sultan king who acted as the governor. The nation of Arabia consisted of the entire Arabian Peninsula, Jordan, and Iraq. It bordered East Africa, the Turkish Empire, and Persia. In accordance with Kara's orders, humans were to evacuate north above 30 degrees north unless they had an important assignment otherwise. In the 31st century, all of the oil reserves had been consumed, the land was near useless for farming or livestock. In the past, oil made up 90% of budget revenues, 90% of export earnings, and 40% of the overall economy. Now, the economy of the Middle East as a whole was completely fucked. Despite this reality, the people were stubborn to leave and let Brainiac 5 drones take over.

Mon was given the task to ensure Arabia's cooperation. Instead, he went around the city in casual clothes, visited brothels, and fucked with the local police. Occasionally, people tried to steal from him, and he justifiably beat their asses. Unless, of course, they were prostitutes just trying to survive. Mon even fed the homeless children with dates and pistachios. Considering he was the second-ranked individual on the planet and could easily provide these children more than they could dream, Mon still kept his overall reputation as an asshole.

"Here you go. Take some bread," Jasmine said as she fed some children in the street.

"What...the...actual...fuck?" the bread seller glared as Jasmine hadn't paid him. "You pay or I take your bracelet," he threatened.

"Sir, I don't have any money," Jasmine replied.

"Yeah, no shit. I take this now," he said as he grabbed her and tried to take her solid gold bracelet as payment.

Mon intervened and separated them. "How can I help you?" he asked the bread seller.

"She stole my bread," he said simply.

"Those children were starving," Jasmine said defensively.

"Look, she's my sister. She's crazy as fuck. Forgive her for she knows not what she does," Mon said condescendingly.

"If she doesn't pay, I'm going to chop her hands off," he threatened.

"That escalated quickly," Mon noted. "I've assessed the situation, and we're leaving," he said, taking Jasmine away through the busy street. The bread seller started shouting after them.

"Are we in trouble?" Jasmine asked ignorantly.

"How can you be this dumb? Go down that alley. Even a monkey could figure out the way," Mon pointed. Police officers ran toward them. Mon led them away from Jasmine and into an alley. He proceeded to beat them all down within a second and then casually visited a brothel.

"I blame your parents," he shook his head at them.

"We don't have parents," all the girls told him.

"Well...shit," Mon said embarrassed, and then took off as more police officers arrived. He jumped down only to find himself next to Jasmine casually walking away in the wrong direction. "Really?" he said to her.

Mon took her around the block and onto a rooftop. As the police came up the stairs to apprehend him, he beat them down to the ground. "We jump," Mon told her.

"We jump?" she asked incredulously.

"Why are you repeating everything I say? Just do it," Mon said annoyed.

The two leaped from the roof to another building and then continued to leap around various buildings. Finally, they lost the police in the middle of the city. "I'm going to take you somewhere safe. My own Fortress of Solitude," he said to her.

After several minutes of walking around the city, they ended up in a dump that had no roof on an abandoned building. "Wow, what a view. This really is prime real estate," Jasmine said amazed.

"I know, right?" Mon said as he could view the entire city including the palace from it.

"I can't believe I did that. I mean, I stole something and then evaded arrest," Jasmine said stunned.

"How scandalous," Mon rolled his eyes.

"Thank you for getting me out of there," Jasmine said gratefully.

"Well, you know, I couldn't let the princess of Agrabah get her hands cut off, could I?" Mon said knowingly.

"I just work at the palace," Jasmine lied.

"Yeah, bullshit. You have gold bracelets, and that outfit is imported," Mon said. "Check out the view," he pointed out.

Jasmine looked out and saw the entire city. "Agrabah, it's so beautiful," she said adoringly.

"You need to get out more. If you did, you'd know this city is a shithole," Mon said insultingly.

"I'm not allowed to get out more, not since the queen died. My father is afraid for me, so he locks me away," Jasmine replied.

"I should be sympathetic but due to your Insane levels of wealth and comfort, I can't bring myself to be," Mon said.

"Is this yours?" Jasmine asked of his electric guitar.

"I stole it," Mon admitted.

"Who taught you how to play?" Jasmine asked.

"My mother...music was the only positive thing she ever taught me," Mon said reflectively.

"And your father?" Jasmine asked.

"Was killed by my mother before she was killed by a Kryptonian bitch. Look, we don't have to talk about it. It's sad," Mon said uncomfortably. "Every day, I think things will be different but nope. Sometimes I feel...,"

"Trapped," Jasmine finished for him. "Like, you can't escape what you were born into."

"It's true. I will always be Insane," Mon nodded.

"I have to get back to the palace," Jasmine said, totally spooked by him.

"So soon?" Mon wondered.

Jasmine quickly took off toward the palace. Mon eyed a small parade as an Arabian prince came to ask for Jasmine's hand in marriage. Mon smirked as he considered making Jasmine his own wife, his second wife.

At the palace, Jasmine quickly got herself ready in royal clothes to meet with Prince Anders. As it happened, he was from a Central Asian kingdom. He was also incredibly gay. Upon sensing this, Jasmine's tiger mauled him nearly to death. After this disastrous meeting, Hamed and his adviser, Jafar, had a meeting on Jasmine's future.

"My sultan, our enemies grow stronger every day, yet you allow your daughter to dismiss Prince Anders and a possible military alliance," Jafar pointed out.

"I think the tiger was the one that dismissed him. What enemies are we talking about?" Hamed asked confused.

"Shirabad continues to amass," Jafar warned.

"Shirabad is our ally," Hamed recalled.

"Was our ally," Jafar corrected.

"We're under Queen Kara's protection. I don't have to do shit," Hamed shrugged.

"You would allow your kingdom to fall to ruins. Queen Kara doesn't give a fuck about us. She's trying to evacuate your citizens to the north. Soon, this capital will be empty. Drones drill on your land. We will no longer be a nation anymore," Jafar protested.

"Jafar, remember your place," Hamed told him off.

"Yeah, fuck this," Jafar said as he activated his magical cobra staff that no one ever considered suspicious. "You will reconsider. You will invade Shirabad," he ordered Hamed through his staff.

"Wait...invade Shirabad?" Jasmine asked, interrupting them. "Why would we invade mother's kingdom?"

"We would never invade Shirabad," Hamed assured her, now free of mind control.

"But an ally in Stan-stan would improve our situation," Jafar told her.

"How?" Jasmine wondered.

"Consider giving Prince Anders a second chance," Hamed said to her.

"My tiger thinks otherwise," Jasmine said as the tiger entered the room like a boss.

"My dear, I'm not getting any younger. We must find you a husband so you can start being a baby-making machine," Hamed said.

"What foreign prince cares for our people the way I do? I feed the homeless and shit," Jasmine said defensively.

"Jasmine, you can't be a sultan. If you were a sultan, it would be a sultana and that is not a sultan," Hamed said obviously. "It's never happened in a thousand years."

"I have been preparing for this my whole life," Jasmine said dramatically.

"You're sixteen. You don't know shit," Jafar said condescendingly. "You have no experience and that's dangerous. People left unchecked will revolt. Walls and borders unguarded will be attacked."

"Or maybe you're using the threat of a non-existent attack to be an asshole," Jasmine said thoughtfully.

"Jafar is right. One day, you will understand," Hamed said, totally reversing himself from his conversation with Jafar earlier.

"You should follow the old traditions whereby women should be seen and not heard," Jafar said rudely.

"Bitch, I'll have my tiger kill your ass," Jasmine threatened.

"Jasmine, you may leave now," Hamed dismissed her. Jasmine huffed her way to her room and sang a song about how she wasn't going to be speechless that no one heard.

Soon thereafter, a large military parade went through Agrabah with thousands of drones, gun trucks, tanks, artillery, and missile carriers. "Make way for Prince Mon-El!" the army parade said as it went through the streets. Mon was toward the end of the parade standing on top of an enormous tank, the Apocalypse Tank, in his Insane ceremonial uniform.

The people eyed the unexpected military parade with curiosity and fear. Mon decided he needed to reassure the people of his intentions. "You got some power in your corner now. Some heavy ammunition in your camp. So, what will your pleasure be? Let me take your order, I'll jot it down. Life is your restaurant and I'm your maitre d'. Come on, what is it you want?" he asked rhetorically.

"I pride myself on my service record. You're the boss, say what you wish, it's yours. I'm in the mood to help you all. You ain't never had a friend like me," Mon told them all.

"Can your friends to this?" Mon asked as he fired an energy beam across the horizon. "Can your friends do that?" he asked as he fired another beam from his other hand. "Can you friends pull this off?" he asked as his frame glowed gold briefly. Can your friends go poof?" he asked and then suddenly teleported off the tank and into the crowd.

"Hey, looky here," Mon said as the stunned crowd backed away from him. Mon then teleported back to the tank. "Don't sit there slack-hawed and buggy-eyed. I'm here to answer all your midday prayers. I got a powerful urge to help you out. So, what's your wish? No doubt you have a list three kilometers long. All you have to do is rub me in the right place."

Mon then fired energy beams into the air that created explosions like fireworks. The crowd cheered enthusiastically for Prince Mon as he got off his tank and headed inside the palace.

Inside the palace, Hamed, Jafar, Jasmine, and the tiger approached Mon. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Prince Mon-El," Hamed said respectfully.

"The pleasure is all mine," Mon smirked. "I have come from the north...and the south. I've been around," he said vaguely.

"The alien prince that considers himself lord of this planet," Jafar identified.

"The world is changing, Jafar. It seems as if there is a New World Order every day," Hamed said lightly.

Mon gave a false hearty laugh at that. "That's very wise," he said condescendingly. Mon then clapped his hands as a platoon of armed men came in with various things in their hands. "Gifts coming right up. We have spices, golden camels, and spoons," Mon said.

Hamed and Jafar quickly realized they were surrounded by armed men and that there was no way to escape. "And we have jam, much like the people that defied me last," Mon added. "We also have jewels, acquired from your own land."

Mon then approached Hamed, Jafar, and Jasmine as his power move was complete. "And now, in return, I expect to buy...you," Mon said as he pointed at Jasmine.

"Are you suggesting I am for sale?" Jasmine asked insulted.

"Yeah," Mon confirmed.

"Please, excuse me. I need to go find some bread," Jasmine said freaked out.

"Try not to get your hands cut off this time," Mon mocked as she left.

"You will get another chance to speak again," Hamed assured him. "We hope you can join us tonight when we celebrate...our harvest."

"What harvest? I mean, I will," Mon replied.

At the party, fireworks were everywhere in the sky. Mon was present in his Insane ceremonial uniform. "Prince Mon-El, may I have a word, privately," Jafar asked.

"So, how can I help you?" Mon asked smirkingly.

"I know who you are," he said.

"You do?" Mon asked smugly.

"Yes, you're a man with great ambition like myself. The night walker who glides over oceans of blood, beyond human, a monster that has powers that casts a shadow over darkness, itself," Jafar complimented.

"Oh, you dirty bitch, work the shaft," Mon said approvingly.

"Excuse you?" Jafar asked, thinking he had misheard.

"Oh, it's just I like to dirty talk when someone is sucking my dick," Mon explained.

"I could be a valuable ally to help you get what you want," Jafar offered.

"I'll get back to you when I figure that out," Mon said sincerely and then walked off before Jafar could use his mind-control powers on him. Mon found Jasmine in a light green dress. Mon glided over to her like a boss.

"I may have come off as rude and pretentious when I suggested buying you," Mon said to her. "Shall we dance?"

"Love to," Jasmine allowed.

With his quick reflexes and eye-tracking ability, Mon was able to mimic all of Jasmine's dance moves and then started to improvise as he saw everyone else's moves. As he would copy the martial arts moves of his foes, he did the same in dancing. Mon showed off his acrobatic skills with flips, dazzling the crowd.

That night, Mon teleported into Jasmine's room unannounced. "Sup?" he said casually.

"How did you get in here?" Jasmine asked spooked, still in her green dress.

"Instant transmission?" Mon guessed.

"Actually, I'm glad you're here," Jasmine said coyly.

"As you should," Mon said as he advanced toward her. Mon glanced at the tiger wondering if he was going to attack.

"Can you show me your home planet on this star map?" Jasmine asked.

"Of course," Mon said as he went over to her. He eyed the star map and gave it a WTF look as he tried to decipher it.

"Have you lost your planet?" Jasmine asked skeptically.

"There it is," Mon pointed to the star. "You done thinking I'm full of shit? I would have figured my amazing powers would have confirmed who I am, what I am."

"I know you're already married to Queen Kara. So, what do you want with me? To be your mistress, concubine?" Jasmine asked skeptically.

"Of course not: second wife," Mon said.

"That's so much better," Jasmine shook her head.

"Well, you can sit on your ass in this palace forever or you can marry me, and I can show you the world," Mon offered. "Do you want to?"

"Yes," Jasmine agreed.

Mon touched her hand and formed an energy shield around the both of them so they would fly together over the city. Mon then took her on a tour across Arabia, then the Nile, across great waterfalls in Africa, and then back to Agrabah. As they floated over the city, Jasmine was positively smitten by the Insane prince. "A new fantastic point of view," Jasmine said overwhelmed.

"These people deserve a leader that believes in their beauty," Jasmine said of the celebrating people.

"Oh, yeah?" Mon wondered.

"I don't know why I think it could be me," Jasmine shook her head.

"Me either," Mon agreed.

"You're an asshole," Jasmine discovered.

"Does it even matter what I think? Do as I do. I saw, I conquered, I came," Mon told her.

"Oh, look at that adorable little monkey," Jasmine said distractedly as she looked out over her balcony.

"What the fuck?" Mon wondered.

"How do you know the city so well?" Jasmine interrogated.

"I jog at night," Mon mocked.

"You're the man from the marketplace," Jasmine realized.

"Well...no shit," Mon said obviously.

"Why would you dress like a bum and live in a dump?" Jasmine questioned.

"To get to know the people. It's called recon. You should try it sometime. Oh, wait, you did and nearly got your hands cut off," Mon rolled his eyes.

"How could I have not recognized you?" Jasmine wondered.

"You're not the shiniest jewel on the crown," Mon frowned.

"I'm embarrassed now," Jasmine admitted.

"As you should," Mon agreed.

"You've seen more of Agrabah in a few days than I have in my entire life," Jasmine realized.

"Says more about you than about me," Mon nodded. "Let me take you back."

The next morning, Mon was in his suite in the palace. Guards came in on orders from Jafar to get rid of him. "I don't think you know who I am. I'm a fucking big deal," Mon warned them. "I'm Prince of all Insane."

Jafar then entered the room and pointed his staff at Mon. Immediately, Mon gave a confused flustered look and his power level dropped. Jafar's guards then tied Mon to a chair and threw him out the window. Mon sank to the bottom, still under mind control. After a few moments of fighting the mind control, Mon suddenly exploded out of the water and teleported back into his room. Jafar and his minions were already gone.

"Well, that was slightly inconvenient," Mon said annoyed.

Meanwhile, Jafar was with Hamed as they entered Jasmine's room. "Prince Mon-El's armies will surely conquer Agrabah. He has already left," Jafar lied.

"That sounds like bullshit," Jasmine disagreed.

Mon then appeared out of nowhere. "Prince Mon-El, this is a surprise," Jafar smiled awkwardly.

"Your Majesty, your adviser is an asshole. He tried to kill me," Mon said.

"Jafar, explain this to me," Hamed ordered.

"My sultan, you know my loyalty belongs to you," Jafar said as he hypnotized him with his staff.

"Prince Mon-El, we welcomed you, but we now believe your intentions are deceitful. You're a grave danger to Agrabah. You're here for my throne," Hamed said.

"He's not wrong," Mon smirked. Within a split second, Mon took Jafar's staff and slammed it on the floor breaking it. Hamed was no longer under mind control. "You were under a spell."

"He's not to be trusted. He's Insane," Jafar said defensively.

"He wants your throne," Mon told him.

"Jafar, you were my most trusted adviser. What the fuck?" Hamed demanded of him. "Put him in the dungeon," he ordered his guards.

After Jafar was taken away, Hamed, Jasmine, and Mon had a chat. "Prince Mon-El, I must apologize," Hamed said embarrassed.

"Apology accepted," Mon said quickly.

"Your honor and integrity in Agrabah shall never be questioned again," Hamed told him.

"Damn straight," Mon said pleased.

"A more noble young man has never graced the chambers of this palace," Hamed continued.

"Keep it coming," Mon encouraged.

"I would be honored to call you my son if that were something anyone wanted," Hamed said.

"Nice," Mon smiled.

Meanwhile, Jafar escaped his jail cell with the help of his trained evil parrot and escaped Agrabah only to return shortly thereafter in the throne room. Upon hearing of his shenanigans, Hamed, Jasmine, and his guards confronted him. "Jafar, you should have left Agrabah when you had the chance," Hamed said as his guards had him surrounded.

"Why leave when the city belongs to me now?" Jafar said cryptically.

"It's over, Jafar," Hamed told him off.

"I have endured your spineless incompetence for long enough now," Jafar said vengefully. Kara then entered the throne room at Jafar's side, completely hypnotized by him. "Kara, make me Sultan of Agrabah," he ordered.

"Say what?" Hamed thought he misheard.

"As you wish, master," Kara replied. "Sign these forms," she said handing him a datapad. Jafar spent an awkward few minutes signing each of the forms on the datapad while everyone gawked. "These, too," Kara informed him.

"Arrest him," Hamed ordered his men.

"You serve me now or you'll be turned to ash," Jafar threatened.

"The queen is on his side," the guards said to Hamed and then took Jafar's side. "Hail, Sultan!"

"Now, we shall invade Shirabah," Jafar said ambitiously.

"You cannot," Jasmine protested.

"Princess, it's time you shut the fuck up. That's what I would do if I were you right now if I was up against a Kryptonian goddess and an all-powerful sorcerer. I would shut...the...fuck...up," Jafar told her off. "Guards, remove her."

The tiger immediately began to attack and claw up the guards creating an instant bloodbath. "Oh, God!" they shouted as they were being torn apart. "Holy shit," Jafar realized. "Do something," he ordered Kara.

Kara snapped her fingers knocking the cat out. The remaining guards still standing then took Jasmine away to her quarters. "I'm going to sing a musical number about how I will not be silent in my room with no one to hear me," Jasmine said defiantly as she was taken away.

"Yeah, you go do that," Jafar said dismissively.

An hour later, Jasmine was brought back to the throne room. Jafar now had a new cobra staff in his hands. "If you will not tremble before a sultan, you will tremble before my sorcerer's powers," he said to her.

"Jafar is not worthy of your admiration nor your sacrifice. He would seek glory for himself on the backs of his people. Will you all stand silent while Jafar destroys our beloved kingdom, or will you do what is right and stand with the people of Agrabah?" Jasmine asked all of the guards.

The guards were touched by her speech and moved against Jafar. Immediately, Kara fired heat vision beams at each one of the guards incinerating them instantly. "I had such big plans for all of them," Jafar said mournfully.

"Did you really?" Kara scoffed.

Mon then teleported into the throne room and tried to get to Kara. Knowing what he was up to, Kara fired a white beam at him to paralyze him in place. "If it isn't our Insane Prince, Mon-El," Jafar mocked. Kara forced Mon in front of Jafar and then onto his knees. "You are an imposter, Mon-El. Your Insane brethren don't even recognize your authority. Your kingdom was destroyed over a thousand years ago."

"You're insignificant, an irritation I no longer need to tolerate," Jafar said to him "Now, banish him to the ends of the universe," Jafar ordered Kara. Kara went up behind Mon and gave him a solid kick into the air. Mon shot through the air and into space.

With Mon out of the room, Jafar turned to the others. "I could simply kill your asses but that would be inadequate payment for years of neglect and humiliation. No, what you need is to suffer. I will have you watch as I rule your kingdom and destroy your toothless ally. No, I'm going to take what you love most."

"My animal figurines?" Hamed wondered.

"Your daughter, fool," Jafar rebuked.

"But you're so queer," Hamed brought up.

Jafar furiously tore into Hamed's mind with his staff to break him. "I'll do what you ask," Jasmine relented.

While Mon was still hurtling through space, Jafar had fun with Hamed and made Jasmine a servant girl for him. All the while, Kara looked rather bored. "Fall desperately in love with me," Jafar ordered Kara.

"Oh, Jafar, I feel like I've been locked up tight. You think you could loosen me up?" Kara asked seductively.

"Possibly," Jafar considered.

"I've been waiting for someone to release me. My body is saying let's go," Kara told him.

"My mind says yes, but my heart is saying no," Jafar toyed with her.

"If you wanna be with me, there's a price you have to pay. You gotta rub me the right way," Kara smiled.

"I imagine you're making a sexual reference," Jafar figured.

"I can make your wishes come true. Let me out and make me come, come, for you," Kara enticed.

"I do not need women for sexual pleasure. I only need them for political alliances and creating a male heir," Jafar turned her down.

Mon then instantly teleported inside the palace. Kara took notice and blasted him with heat vision nearly killing him on the spot. "How many times do I have to kill you, boy?" Jafar raged as he signaled to Kara to take care of him.

Mon went for Jafar to tackle him only for Kara to punch him away. "You afraid to fight me, yourself?" Mon antagonized.

"What do you think I am? Stupid?" Jafar shook his head. "I hold Kara. I hold the power."

"You can't find what you're looking for in that woman, Jafar. I tried and failed and so will you," Mon told him.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Kara asked pissed off.

"You think so, but I am sultan," Jafar pointed out.

"Not impressed," Mon rolled his eyes.

"I will create an empire history cannot ignore. I can destroy cities," Jafar boasted.

"Dude, I can destroy planets," Mon reminded him.

"I can destroy galactic kingdoms," Jafar said, pointing to Kara. "And I can destroy you."

"Yeah, who gave you your power? You're still just second-best," Mon antagonized.

"She serves me!" Jafar said defensively.

"For now, but you'll never have her kind of power. You're either the most powerful in the room, or you're nothing," Mon told him.

"Mon, what the fuck are you doing?" Kara asked bewildered.

"He's right. I am second to her power...but not for long," Jafar said and then pointed his staff at Kara. With his magical staff, he transferred his mind into Kara and her mind into his body.

Jafar in Kara's body immediately experienced her power, strength, speed, and invulnerability. "Yes! The power! The absolute power!" Jafar said in Kara's voice as he floated above the city and into space. "The universe is now mine to command, to control!" he shouted as he touched his hair, breasts, and hips, enjoying his new body.

Mon formed a second clone of himself at his side and suddenly teleported to Kara's position. He then teleported them both inside a large cave. There, Jafar instantly lost all of his power with green crystals surrounding him. "What?" he asked stunned.

"You want to be a Kryptonian bitch? Everything that goes with it. This is my Cave of Wonders," Mon said to him. In addition to radioactive Kryptonite crystals, there were mountains of artifacts and gold trinkets Mon had collected in his spare time.

Jafar was on his knees becoming extremely sick and at Mon's mercy. "I know it's not much, but there's plenty of space," Mon said to him as Jafar crawled about the green crystals.

"No!" Jafar screamed in Kara's voice.

Mon then formed an energy sphere in his hand to give him the fatal blow. "You're bluffing," Jafar figured.

"After the two of you are gone, I can rule this world with Jasmine at my side," Mon smirked.

"Fuck me," Jafar realized. He then transferred his mind back to his body in Agrabah. As soon as he did, the second Mon clone sliced off his head. Mon then inspected Kara, still on the ground.

"You, good?" Mon asked her.

"Holy shit, what is this place?" she asked stunned.

"Insurance," Mon said obviously.

Kara struggled to get to her feet. "This place must have taken you months. You went to all this effort to check my power, to kill me?"

"Impressed?" Mon mocked.

Kara felt vulnerable and afraid before Mon's power, a feeling that turned her on erotically. "I'm speechless," she said amazed.

"As you should," Mon smirked.

Mon teleported back to Agrabah and met up with Jasmine and Hamed. "How can I ever thank you?" Hamed asked him.

"Undying loyalty and service," Mon figured.

"I apologize for slightly inconveniencing you, Prince Mon," Hamed said sincerely.

"We all make decade-long mistakes," Mon mocked. "I hope you find what you're looking for," he said to Jasmine. "In the meantime, get me some jams," he ordered.

"Such an asshole," she realized and walked off.

Mon was then alone with Hamed. "I have something to confess. My daughter…is in a lesbian relationship with her handmaiden," he admitted to Mon. "She will never accept a marriage with a prince."

"I noticed," Mon replied.

"Should I abdicate and make her sultan?" Hamed wondered.

"Let's not get too crazy," Mon rebuked. "The title of sultan shall be an elected position as the prophet always intended."

"So be it," he said and then knelt before Mon.