Kimiko, 'Finally,' jumps within the Molar-2000 and lands sitting on the other end of its wide, red-cushioned seat. She's quick to lean away from them, too, which is kinda dramatic in Jack's opinion–
until he's forced to return the gesture by RJ doing so whilst it and Kimiko give each other dirty looks.
The evil genius blinks, being pushed further and further by his creation, before at last glaring at RJ when he's met with the wall of the cockpit.
Then Robo-Jack jerks away from Kim–
Jabbing RJ with his elbow, hard, immediately improves things. The robot jumps in its seat with a yelp, Jack smirking from within his newly-freed space. Just the satisfaction, alone, is worth the throbbing in his elbow, but it's also short-lived; because the moment Robo-Jack is re-seated, its head swerves right around for Jack.
"What was that for!?"
"Boundaries!" Jack hollers back.
"Loser!" The robot jabs a finger straight at the offender.
Jack smashes the button for ignition and yells over the engine's roar to life, "Yeah!?" He pulls RJ forth by the collar of its trench coat. "Well I'm here, too, so join the club!"
The evil genius shoves Robo-Jack away, but, as the Molar-2000's engine calms to a steady growl, the robot latches onto the seat with its hands and goes no further than a few inches backward.
Movement in that direction is obviously hazardous.
And speaking of, is it just him or is warmth emanating from over there…?
He looks past his relieved robot, toward the other end of the cockpit.
On her right elbow, Kimiko leans on the armrest on her end of the seat, propping up her head on her fist as she gives him a sideways glower. There's also a somewhat alarming glow emanating from the fist on her lap.
"Drive," she demands.
For which Jack blinks, then shrugs.
So be it.
He jabs another button to have them all auto-seat-belted, slams his foot on the acceleration pedal, and wears a wide smile on his face for the Molar-2000's once again roaring engine. A look at Kimiko shows her blue eyes have widened considerably for their collective sink into their portions of the seat. Her thin pink lips are parted, too, though both her mouth and eyes slam shut the moment the vehicle's drill slams into solid rock.
The hard impact not only stalls the Molar-2000's thick caterpillar tracks, but also forces all within it to bounce and jounce. However, internal gears promptly resume their grinding movements, and the Molar-2000 eviscerates its way through the underground, steadily gaining speed until the drill itself is propelling it forward.
Heavy shaking relaxes to a mere rumbling.
The riders settle nicely in their respective portions of the seat.
"Oh yeah!" Robo-Jack raises metal fists.
"Check it and weep, Loser Young! We're outta here!"
The evil duo cackle whilst Jack guides the Molar-2000's travels.
The evil merriment's well-discernible over the engine's healthy growl.
When Jack turns to see Kimiko, though, it seems she's not sharing their enthusiasm. She turns to regard them bodily, and this time the evil genius leans away with RJ of his own accord, because she raises that glowing fist of hers in their direction.
Her fingers uncurl a bit, freeing a gentle plume of steam. The dainty digits are with a tense trembling, too – one telling of a restrained fury that likely involves strangling.
Burning strangling.
"What? You said 'drive'!" The pointing out of this solid fact, for whatever reason, has Kimiko sharpening her eyes and parting her lips to show grit pearly whites. "You ride on liz–"
"Dojo is trustworthy, Spicer," Kimiko hisses, "and you know damn well I didn't mean step on it!"
Her fingers re-curl to form a fist that looks very much like it'll hurt.
A lot.
Still: "Where's the fun in that?"
He looks at her as if she's gone crazy.
Robo-Jack merely frowns.
A moment of persistent drilling passes…
Her fist flexes undone and drops to her lap, Kimiko rolling her eyes, huffing with some kind of forlorn exasperation, and then shaking her head.
"Nevermind." She drops her other arm's elbow back on the arm-rest and plops the side of her head on a fist. "Where are we going?"
"Forest near the temple," Jack answers. He and his robot shrug, sitting normal again. Robo-Jack, though, kicks its feet up onto the portion of the dashboard in front of itself and gets even more comfortable by putting its hands behind its head.
Jack glares. "Lucky..."
"And besides Dojo and Master Fung, what else did you find at the temple?" There's clear accusation in her sour tone.
"What, the Wu? Bagged em." Robo-Jack says only the last bit with its creator.
"Excuse me?" Her frowning face turns to regard him.
"Took them before the morons," Jack grounds out, intently focusing on his driving.
During which Robo-Jack grabs the elastic band of its goggles, moves the fabric to go over its ears, then moves the lens-sockets along the band to cover said ears.
Music emits from the goggles-turned-headphones.
Robo-Jack's hands return to behind its head.
The robot receives the surliest look Jack can give without turning his head.
And then Kimiko, of course, has something else to ask.
"And why would you do that?"
Okay, that's it: "You know what?" Jack says, "You're coming up with the next move."
It's amazing how that pretty, heart-shaped face of hers has gone from irritated to taken aback mystification. Especially since he doesn't see what the big deal is.
"W-What?"
"You heard me," Jack says. "When we get back, Dojo can tell you eve-ry-thing you need to know. Which, considering, isn't much."
"You want me to plan our next move?"
"Part-ner-ship," Jack seethes at her apparent shock, before turning his head back toward the Molar-2000's navigation. "I'm not doing all the work."
And that's that, apparently, because it's then silent…
Save for the vehicle's engine, giant drill, and the crumbling rock, nothing makes a sound; and it's just on the cusp of becoming a non-good time when his unwanted company utters two indignant words:
"A girl?"
Looking at Kimiko shows her to be pointing at herself and eyeing him with a skyward brow.
He makes a face. "Are you actually going somewhere with this?" He takes a hand off the wheel and wheels its index finger as building revulsion crinkles his nose for the sheer idiocy of her question.
What the heck does that have to do with anything? And why does this still need explanation? Isn't this girl smart!?
Kimiko's jaw clenches.
Her glower returns.
"Forget it," she brushes him off.
Jack rolls his eyes. "Whatever." He moves his goggles to the same position as Robo-Jack's and ignores Kimiko in favor of thick, heavy music, head bobbing as he drives.
His genius is going to take a well-deserved break.
The Molar-2000 emerges drill-first, uprooting a tree as the rest of itself shoots out of the ground at an angle, then falls flat to the ground with a reverberating CLANK. Risen debris parts to the flow of the drill's spin, but Jack deactivates said function and drives a short ways within the forest before bringing his vehicle to a smooth stop.
The evil duo reposition their goggle lenses to rest upon their foreheads.
Next, Jack deactivates the Molar-2000's growling engine, and as it dies down, he presses another button to have the roof of the cockpit disconnect and be tilted back via two long sets of internal hinges.
Jack and RJ vault out, their boots thudding upon yellowing grass.
They hear the monk land on the vehicle's other side.
The hatch closes.
The evil duo walk, dead leaves and tree branches crunching under their boots.
Not even three steps into this and there comes the dragon, slithering over in a hurry with those talons of his reaching out in their direction. In Jack's direction. And then, despite already having it, Dojo finds reason to frantically wave his arms to get Jack's attention.
The evil duo flinch away from the excited animal, frowning deeper as they walk.
"Did you find the– Kimiko!"
Aside from the fact that Jack doesn't ever need to see this, Dojo's now slithering even faster and reaching with both hands again – not at Jack, thank all the evil in the world – shedding tears as he races for Kimiko.
The evil duo shudder and take a swift left turn, stepping quickly and widely as they can from Dojo's impending passage.
Both for the tears and trailing dragon snot.
Kimiko greets the dragon happily, and Dojo darts past them, allowing the evil duo to safely resume their previous course.
By the time Dojo makes the discovery, having sobbed out his worries to the girl, Jack is far enough to only pick up a sad "Where..." before he's fortunately beyond eavesdropping distance.
"So what do you think the loser will come up with?" Chipper amusement lines RJ's query.
"Who cares."
Jack's miffed dismissal turns RJ's smile upside down.
The robot quirks a brow.
Both of Jack's draw inward.
He looks ahead, then toward the ground, and brings a hand to his chin.
Realization strikes. "Oh right… heh, we do…"
The two of them stop next to a tall, wide tree. A tall, wide tree that just so happens to have a Guard-Bot knelt behind it for coverage along the forest-side. It and all other Guards are spread around the forest and looking over a grassy field to the temple that lie across. Perimeter watch, meanwhile, is overseen by the more spread out Jack-Bots.
"Ah, I'm sure one of those morons will show up before then," Jack dismisses. He waves off RJ's worries, too, turning a grin up at the Guard-Bot–
And immediately frowning.
There's a patch of blue… and white… that he can see through the tree's leaves.
Taking a better look reveals the vibrant colors within the otherwise dark ones to be…
Sleeping Loser. He's gripped around the waist by the Guard-Bot's large hand.
Robo-Jack grabs Jack by the shoulder and gives the perplexed genius a gentle shake. "Losers, twelve o' clock," it whispers.
Jack makes a face, following its line of sight. "How am I suppose–"
The hot-head and lizard breath are approaching.
"Great…"
Jack sighs, he and Robo-Jack crossing their arms.
Dojo and Kimiko stop a short ways from them.
The dragon points up into the tall, wide tree, at Master Fungus.
Kimiko's eyes narrow, searching the tree until they land on the old geezer.
The guy has her attention for all of five seconds before her eyes cut to Jack.
She glowers.
"Put him down,' Kimiko demands. She juts her pointer finger toward the ground.
Clearly she was led by the dragon. The pest. To think he'd actually given in to Dojo's plea for gentleness earlier.
"Guard-Bot, put the old fart down."
Dojo's mouth opens.
"GENTLY!" both redheads holler.
The dragon darts behind Kimiko. She's none too pleased for this, but the robotic behemoth standing up morphs her miffed expression into one of utter shock. Her head tilts up as it reaches its full height, and once it has, not only are her blue eyes wider than Jack's ever seen them, but her pink lips part just so, too.
All of which are things his evil eyes do not need to see (dammit!)… because haggard appearance or not, Kimiko still looks breathtaking. If anything, it's just further visual proof she kicks a–
Jack jerks his eyes to his Gaurd-Bot before he can even consider staring.
The Guard-Bot takes two large steps around the tree, producing trebles as Jack and Robo-Jack activate their heli-packs, fly backwards, and land a few meters away, allowing Sleeping Loser to be placed in an upright sit against the tree.
Kimiko's blue saucers blink. She takes a quick glance at the old geezer before watching the Guard-Bot stand back up to its full twenty feet.
The hulking robot walks back to its original position and kneels down, upper chassis turning to once again regard the temple.
Dojo darts for the old man.
Kimiko turns to Jack with a contemplative frown on her face.
"Guard-Bot...?"
"Yeah, what of them?" Jack gripes.
Kimiko may seem impressed right now, which is sort of cool, but she is supposed to be coming up with some sort of plan – not bothering him.
"T-THEM!? You have more!?" the girl all but shrieks.
And, as is always the case when he's in her presence, anger soon follows: "You idiot! If you have more, why didn't you just fight Chase yourself!?"
"Gee," Robo-Jack says, "I wonder why." The robot taps its chin with a finger, then pauses as if it's just had a major epiphany. "Oh yeah."
Glaring, Jack and RJ form fists at their sides, lean forth, and shout, "I'M NOT DOING EVERYTHING!"
Kimiko cringes, jaw clenching as the evil duo's words carry past her and into the forest.
Jack, however, is not done: "I am not losing all my robots to some stupid, hot-headed scheme that's gonna get me captured! So if you think–"
"Fine! How many of them do you have then, Mama's Boy!?" Previously glaring, she now wears a smug grin on her face for his current scowl.
Which only further spikes his anger.
"As many brain cells as your father had when Pan–"
He's cut off by her suddenly hurtling a man-sized fire-ball at him. Robo-Jack barely activates its heli-pack in time and grabs Jack by the rear end of his raised collar, lifting them into the air as Jack bends his legs and watches the crackling projectile zoom by right underneath his feet.
A tree behind them is devoured whole by the fireball.
The sight of its ashy remnants blowing in the wind bring Jack clearer realization of what he'd been about to say. And though he hates the insult she went with, the hateful look he turns to see on her face has him figuring that maaaaybe his own was a little much.
So, chuckling sheepishly, Jack raises a placating pair of open palms. This also keeps his alerted robots at bay, though no set of red optics leave Kimiko; and Jack activates his own heli-pack so RJ can release him.
"Sorry..."
It slips. He remembers her crying that day, thanks to him, and it slips right past his lips.
CRUD.
And for some reason, that one disgusting word washes away much of her anger.
"W-What?" Blinking rapidly, Kimiko rears her head back and regards him rather incredulously.
All this she does before Jack can take it back. Before Robo-Jack even can.
…
Why hasn't Robo-Jack taken it back!?
Dropping to the ground, though… Jack decides to roll with it, since Kimiko no longer looks like she's going to incinerate him.
The rotors of his heli-pack retract, and Jack shoves his hands into his pockets.
"Nothing. I sneezed."
The maneuver's so excellent even he didn't see it coming.
Surely she won't press the matter.
In fact, all Kimiko does is raise a brow and eye him warily, which is just fine in Jack's evil book, because he can keep the blank expression on his face going for as long as this moment takes to pass.
Yup… as long… as it… takes…
A-ha! Kimiko closes her eyes – at last – and looses a long, weary sigh that blows steam out her nose.
The urge to groan is barely resisted.
"Just get me the Wu, Spicer."
Still: 'Mission. Accomplished.'
"Sure," Jack says.
He lifts his watch-clad wrist before himself, pressing a button on the device and glaring at RJ for its sudden prolonged silence. Robo-Jack, however, was as content to not get involved in that mess as it is to now pull down on its left lower eyelid and shoot its tongue out at Jack, which the evil genius promptly returns in kind.
Meanwhile, two Jack-Bots bring over a sack of Wu, each, to a rather unimpressed Kimiko. She tenses for their approach, relaxing somewhat when they drop the sacks in front of her, then fully once they've turned and departed.
Jack knows no form of thanks is coming and moves to take his leave alongside RJ.
His robot starts snickering to itself, though, doing so more deeply, then, and having to put a hand over its mouth to stifle its humor.
The evil genius quirks a brow at his creation.
It takes notice.
RJ cups one end of its mouth, leans toward Jack, and jabs a thumb toward their rear, saying, "She's never gonna get anywhere with that."
None of which clears Jack's confusion.
Robo-Jack stares, growing exasperated. "The Wu? They're all useless."
"Ooohh," Jack realizes. His frown turns upside down. "Let's keep this between us." Robo-Jack gives a wider version of his smile, with rows of serrated teeth, and gives a firm thumbs up for the decision.
Kimiko probably wouldn't listen to anything he has to say anyways. Better to let her figure it out on her own, since the last thing he needs is another conversation ending with a flaming projectile thrown in his direction – no matter how pretty the sender.
"How long before she realizes it, though?" RJ asks.
Jack shrugs and says, "Who cares."
As far as he's concerned, they're on break. Over-watch. Whatever. It's boring, but they haven't got any other options, and it beats doing something stupid.
"O-kay, then what are we gonna to do?"
"Don't know about you," Jack presses a button on his watch, "but I'm catching up on that twelve."
The Molar-2000 moves from its position, heading for them.
The evil duo stop their walk to allow the large vehicle to park in front of them, after which the hatch opens and Jack activates his heli-pack and flies within. He then lies upon the wide seat, calling out, "Let me know if any of those morons show."
The hatch closes.
Robo-Jack blinks, neutral gaze lingering.
' Swell ...'
To Group Loser it looks.
The dragon and girl are looking through the bags of Wu, talking to one another; though what they're saying, Robo-Jack doesn't care to make out, as surely it's all useless.
And speaking of such, Sleeping Loser is still sat against that tree. Out cold and without purpose. Master of Losers for sure.
The robot shudders, instead focusing on the forest foliage.
Slivers of yellow streak across RJ's optics, the robot slowly turning its head as numerous numerical calculations go in and out of sight for every tree within a one-hundred meter distance that is scanned for its height.
A suitably tall one is found.
Robo-Jack smiles up at it, satisfaction glowing in the robot's red optics.
RJ flies up the tree and sits facing the temple on a branch. Its optics extend outward, forming tubular telescopes that the robot twists and turns magnification dials at the base of until the focus is just right.
It really hopes Vlad shows his ugly face.
Robo-Jack's optics nearly pop out of their elongated sockets when it sees them – when it sees him – and they retract right before RJ jumps off its branch and falls through many others to a hard thud that forces the robot into a partial squat on the ground.
A moment's taken to right itself before the robot sprints right up to the Molar-2000 and proceeds to bang on the vehicle before and as it shouts, "Wake up, you idiot!"
All's quiet, then, the robot smiling for more reasons than it cares to process.
The vehicle's hatch opens, allowing Jack to peer out of the cockpit with a drowsy glare for how the prick nearly made him fall onto the acceleration pedal.
"What?" Jack hisses.
"The morons–"
"They showed?" Jack interrupts. His eyes widen with hope, and he sits up straighter.
"Yes!" Robo-Jack says, raising fists before itself.
Their heli-packs activate and they take to the air, soon reaching a satisfactory altitude for Jack to produce a pair of binoculars from his trench coat.
"Where?"
Robo-Jack snatches the binoculars from Jack and puts them to his eyes before turning his head appropriately. Jack grins all the while, rubbing his hands together, but when he sees them – especially that Soviet buffoon – his smile gains teeth.
"I present to you: morons," RJ announces.
"And aren't they moronic," Jack says with delight, the possibilities flying by as he watches four Heylin approach the temple: Cyclops the Big Red Moron, Cat Breath, Soviet Moronics, and Blubbimura.
Jack turns a nefarious look on Robo-Jack, which has a matching expression on its face.
Cruel chuckles leave them as they descend back to the ground, them lifting their arms before themselves at an arc when they land and throwing their heads back to cackle.
Upturned hands curl their fingers like claws.
The seconds tick by, Jack's running out of breath bringing the evil merriment to an end.
They drop their arms and stand up straight. They dip their heads, giving nefarious grins to the approaching heavy footsteps and burning thrusters: all Guards and Jack-Bots, as per RJ's internal signaling.
"Hey!" shouts a female voice from the sky.
The evil duo frown, looking up to see Dojo's much larger form flying over to them.
He lands a moderate ways from them, Kimiko sat upon his long, serpentine body.
She dismounts, and Dojo shrinks back down, getting Kimiko's attention to say something to her. Whatever it is makes her snort, but she does so with a smile, saying something in return that the animal snickers at before slithering off for Sleeping Loser.
"Aww man," Robo-Jack complains, "I was really hoping they'd still be gone…"
Kimiko approaches. She seems ready to say something, but is given pause when she takes notice of his robots' formation behind him.
"What's going on?"
She's with a wary frown on her pretty face. It's the earliest stage to a building ire, Jack figures, but he still turns to get RJ's opinion on the matter.
The pointed stare he's met with suggests he lie and leave the monk behind.
Not a bad idea.
But is it realistic?
Looking back to Kimiko tells him it's not: Her expression has dulled somewhat, sure; but her expectancy is made more apparent by her crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes.
Jack sighs.
"My bot," head inclining toward the now-groaning Robo-Jack, "saw Heylin Morons going to the temple. We're going." Her risen eyebrow for the term drops right back down at that last detail.
She's suddenly cross, asking, "What happened to me making the next plan?"
Seriously…? "Uh, hate to break it to you, but we've been watching the temple since before we broke you out of Chase's lair." The finger he wheels at her goes ignored.
"So you lied," Kimiko concludes.
"Wha– No!" His indignant denial changes her expression none. She's unmoved. Like he's not still here. Just a freaking projection. "Fine. What do you want to do, oh great leader?"
A slap sounds from his right.
Jack blinks.
He turns to see Robo-Jack with its head reared back from the force of its face-palm.
The evil genius smirks, attention returning to Kimiko.
"Well?"
Robo-Jack can make all the complaints it wants, verbally or physically, as far as Jack cares. They tend to amuse, though decisions on such matters are, in any case, still his to make.
And now Kimiko is… surprised? It's a brief expression, the girl quickly sobering before she speaks.
"I was able to get a good look at them from the sky, using the Falcon's Eye," Kimiko explains, producing said Wu from a pocket.
Jack can't help his smirk turning crooked.
"And?" prompts the evil genius.
He's pretty sure where Kimiko is going. Loser monk perhaps, but she's not dumb. And she hits hard. Harder than anything else that's ever hit him in his life, as it happens; and he feels that that, too, is pretty tight in its own right. Considering the number of competitors…
Kimiko's brow furrows. She's silent for a moment, and while not exactly frowning at him, the line that is her mouth does seem like it's tugging down. "Katnappe has the Crystal Glasses on her, which is the exact Wu we'll need to find Clay and Raimundo." Some excitement bleeds into the bit about her friends, but the slight smile rescinds right back to a thin line.
There's something lingering behind her wariness… and it's probably gonna be another question.
But, hey, it might actually be a good one, so he ignores it and keeps his crooked smirk going.
"So?" Jack encourages, raising clenched fists.
He really just wants to go already. It's time to fight! Time to embarrass each and every one of those moronic past partners. Vengeance is at hand, Soviet Idiot included!
His automatons turn and look to the temple, those that can adopting running stances.
Kimiko frowns for this – more so than he feels is necessary for the excitement just displayed.
"I don't suppose you'd mind leaving a few of them here?"
And there it is.
"What for?" Annoyance slips into his tone.
Kimiko gives an irked look. "Uh, hello?" She motions a hand toward Sleeping Loser and the pest, the latter of which Jack sees… rubbing the old fart's feet. "Not taking them."
A pro if he's ever heard or seen one.
Jack's gaze swerves unto a Guard-Bot. "Fine." He lifts an arm to point at it. "You, you, and you," says Jack to the Guard and two Jack-Bots, jutting his risen hand's thumb toward Master Fungus and the pest, "guard those two losers until we get back."
The three bots slump as they move toward those Losers. His Guard-Bot stops to lean a hand against the tree that Sleeping Loser is sat against, creaking it to the side; and despite its obvious displeasure, the robot brandishes its blaster as two sullen Jack-Bots arrive next to it.
Jack hears the pest say something, but he ignores that disturbing direction in favor of his bots. Robo-Jack heard it to have been a begrudging "Thanks", though it also pays the pest no mind, and in fact lulls its head back as it waits beside Jack.
"Hey," Jack calls to his despondent robots, earning subtle creaks of metal and their attention. "After this, we all kick moron butt!"
His frown turns upside down, forming a crooked smirk as his bots stand/hover straighter. The look gains teeth, then, his gaze sharpening, too, and he's just about to let out an evil laugh when the Guard-Bot suddenly shoves its blaster up for sky…
Jack stiffens, a loud, electric charge BUZZING–
"DOWN!" the evil duo shout, even pointing at the ground in their haste.
A gear snaps out of place in the Guard's shoulder joint.
Its heavy arm swivels down.
And from its lowered weapon blasts a giant blue blob of energy unto the ground, the projectile crashing through before then exploding. The concussive force shoots a blinding blue-white out of its crater, a supple gust going past the trio.
The wrought destruction is short-lived, though, clouds of darkness soon rising from the sizzling point of impact.
Jack turns to his partner with a sheepish smile, lifting a hand to rub at the back of his head.
Kimiko, though, is regarding him with something akin to indignant shock. She rears back, eyeing him… warily? What's with–
"Didn't you work with these people?"
And there it is!
Jack scowls at once for the exceedingly ill-timed reminder. "Why are you ruining this moment!?" Of all the things she could have asked, why did it have to be that, now?!
Bladed red eyes meet with likewise baby blues, and he throws an arm out toward his bots. "We all know where you've been going with your little plan, monk," he snidely informs this Xiaolin Loser, "so do us a favor, and stop wasting our time!"
Her nose flares, little else of her miffed expression changing. "I like to be sure which way the snake's head is turned," she informs him.
The evil genius can't help grinning. Honestly, how could he waste such a declaration of evil upon himself? Even if he's not exactly… Well, ruining other villain(s) success to clear the way for his own is still evil.
Particularly when it comes to the higher-up Heylin. Those that, like himself, do not rank amongst the minions or other mentally-ousted individuals.
Jack's arms cross. "Well now you know," he agrees. "So can we go now?" His grin degrades into a bored frown.
Robo-Jack, meanwhile, turns and walks away from Jack, going over to one of the Guard-Bots standing behind him. RJ slams its back into a lean against the hulking robot's leg, frowning ahead of itself and slouching.
Just when it estimated the bar to be low enough, the monk goes and limbos right under with professional ease.
And now the time-waster is glaring at Jack. There's no trust in the look, but she blinks away some of her sharp disdain.
"I get Katnappe and the Wu," Kimiko demands. It's going to happen, too, because he is not about to refute that voice. Or her bladed pair of icy baby blues that somehow seem to be burning. And on a more related note, he'll be making sure to keep a far distance from Cat Breath.
Whatever the cat freak did to earn Kimiko's wrath is their business and will only be affecting Ash-ley.
"And I get everyone else," Jack and RJ declare. "Especially that Russian Moron that I'm gonna send packin' – straight through this evil sky!" The shouting of their enemy's inevitable fate ends with them each raising a trembling fist of vengeance before themselves.
Ominous snickers follow.
"Go?" Jack asks, hopeful. Katnappe's fate is of interest, too, after all. He'll just watch from way over somewhere.
He's just about estimated the danger zone to be a fifty yard radius around the cat freak when Kimiko's blazing blue eyes harden their focus on his reds.
Jack immediately rears back.
For all he knows, she just might be about to hit him for the number of Guard-Bots in relation to her father's zombified intelligence; and though Chase may be pleasant in no sense of the word, the warlord has never one-hit the evil genius straight in the face at any point in his life.
So yeah, her proximity is a probable issue.
"Can I trust you?" The sarcasm is utter. Unrelenting.
Was that a question? It didn't sound like one. Sounded rhetorical to him, but this evil genius possesses a true query of his own far superior choosing.
"Are we really still on this?" Jack complains.
"You tell me, Spicer. You're the one that wants to be partners." She snorts, giving a sardonic smile. "Yet not only have you withheld information: You try to leave without even saying a word." She shakes her head, eyes up in her skull, and it isn't long before her expression regains its previous contempt.
Jack sputters for a moment.
And only a moment.
"So what!? You wouldn't have to do anything! A–"
"And how do I know that?" she hisses over him.
A growl lodges in Jack's throat. "Clearly you didn't understand the first time, Xiaolin Loser," he tells her, mocking the girl with a smile. "So I'll put things in a way even Cow-pig Hat could understand."
Pulling back a bit, he smiles wider and points a finger at himself, staring right into her anger as he enunciates, "Me." He points at her. "Help losers." His finger goes to the rest of Group Loser, then back to Kimiko. "Get things normal again!"
His sudden anger dissipates, though, and the smile returns, but this time for the temple. "Then GOODBYE, LOSERS!" He and his automatons announce as Jack gives the place a slow, generous wave.
"MOVE."
They do so gladly, raising rotors buzzing to life before the evil duo take off.
The Guards trail behind them at a moderate distance, with the Jack-Bots following close behind the hulking behemoths, though in a looser formation as they maneuver through the foliage. The evil duo snicker as they avoid copious branches as well, leaves rustling behind them amid heavy steps and burning thrusters.
The whirring to their heli-packs' rotor-blades intensifies.
They pick up speed, grins splitting across their faces as they near, then fly past the edge of the forest.
Foliage snaps and falls behind them from the Guards soon doing so, too, followed by the Jack-Bots; and as the Guards get closer, the evil duo look over their shoulders to the departing forest.
There's a small red splotch in there, steadily making its way to them.
"The Loser finally found them!" Robo-Jack laughs.
"Sure it's not one of ours?" It's not. He knows it's not. But why not.
Kimiko shoots from the tree-line, metal shoes on her feet from which a fiery trail propels her forth. The Jetbootsu. Burning particularly well.
Jack turns to RJ. "Have them enter through the front." The order receives a smirking nod from RJ. He looks back to his bots again, watching them take a sudden turn on the grassy field and head for their designated side of entry to the temple.
He turns back ahead when their thrusters/footsteps are no louder than his and RJ's heli-packs. This is also when the Jetbootsu's burning roar catches up to them, though; and, looking past RJ, Jack sees Kimiko a fair distance away, with her attention riveted to the temple. Both of which are more than fine with him, considering the cutting look her bladed baby blues are giving the place.
And for just a second or two, the look morphs into a familiar scowl that turns Jack's slight frown into a thin line. His head jerks back, even, because it's an anger he's seen only once on her. Easily recognizable. Even if it does calm to a simmering determination.
His snort is a bit sheepish, perhaps, but Jack truly chuckles at the cat freak's impending doom whilst he again eyes the temple. In fact, he crosses his arms and smiles, deciding to consider his own fun.
The evil duo discuss in snickered murmurs their plan, Robo-Jack relaying what they settle on.
The Jetbootsu go silent, followed by their heli-packs.
Jack and RJ land on one end of the giant gap in the wall, Kimiko doing so on the other side of it. The redheads run for the crude entrance, snickering as Kimiko rushes in first.
They dart in right after, unfazed.
Their hasty passage of the garden section is given an extra the sense of urgency, though, by a resounding crash.
Frantic red eyes/optics look over a building to their far right, near another end of the temple, and see Cyclops's pony-tail peaking over it.
A chill shoots down Jack's spine.
He and RJ break into a mad dash for the nearest building to them.
The Greek monster's eye peers over–
The evil duo leap at their sought coverage and, grunting, just barely manage to slide behind the building.
'Made it!'
Jack's happy with accomplishment, despite the throbbing in his chest. Though when he looks up, he sees Kimiko giving him an amused smile from a few feet away.
Up and down him her eyes rake in some form of mock recognition.
"Wow. You really work for your 'dramatic entrances', huh?"
They glower.
Jack suppresses a groan as he and RJ get up.
He dusts off his trench coat, looking to RJ as they then stride past the girl. "I guess that makes three," Jack remarks happily, hands going into his trench coat pockets.
"You know," Robo-Jack rubs its chin, "I think you're right." It snaps its fingers, just for effect.
They're in the midst of evil chuckles when Kimiko pointedly asks, "Three what?" The last word is somewhat growled, not to mention a little too near Jack's side.
A look left shows her to be keeping up just fine with them, a frown on her face and her thin eyebrows drawn just a bit too low for his liking.
Thus, he takes the first even slightly believable route out of her anger that he can think of.
That being, "Us."
Kimiko's immediately incredulous. She quirks a brow sky high and even pulls away, though her expression dulls considerably as she then rights herself. "Why do I not believe you."
She could have at least asked. Sheesh. Whatever happened to "partners"?
"Iunno," the evil duo reply. They raise their shoulders high when they shrug, focusing ahead. Ready to move right along as they three come upon the last of the three building's in a row that have thus far been giving them coverage.
"Come to think of it," Jack says, tapping a finger against his chin as he ignores Kimiko's very clear displeasure at being with him, "wasn't that one-eyed moron able to–"
Their approach of the last building's end is given pause by the sound of heavy footsteps. The ground trembles, then outright quakes.
Cyclops's giant eye peaks over the building-top.
His eye narrows at them.
Cyclops lumbers out from the other side of the building, his leg crashing through the roof-side as he steps right up to the unbalanced trio and has the shaking lot of them gaping at his lifting high of a gigantic foot.
Jack and RJ activate their heli-packs, axles tilting back and rotors revving up to shove them into the air at a backward angle, whilst quick usage of the Jetbootsu rockets Kimiko away.
Cyclops's foot stomps where the trio once were, sending a reverberating quake throughout the area. The trio land staggering on their feet as structural debris falls to the ground. Wide eyes, waving limbs, and broad stances persist among them until the force dies down to a fading tremble.
The trio glare up at the giant.
"...smell well," Jack finally finishes.
And no Cyclops does not. The moderate distance they are from him on the spacious dirt track-yard isn't enough to offer completely untainted air, but the mild stench is far better than the tangible aroma that smacked into him in all its plague-like glory when the beast first turned the corner.
The other Heylin Morons reveal themselves, then, each showing a grotesque attempt at an evil smirk as they walk past Cyclops. The expressions are horrible, really. Unprofessional. Tubb's mask is besides the point – his narrowing eyes do not make the cut.
Robo-Jack smiles, though, and sticks its metal tongue out at Vlad, having some of that disaster-fest crumble into an agitated squint.
Slop-py… but nonetheless: Team Heylin Morons comes to a stop a moderate ways from Jack and his fellow cohorts.
All in all, the lot of them drudge up a sick dread that's not unlike the one Wuya does, so his eyes instead dart to the Wu he will be stealing on this otherwise wonderfully evil day in history: Fatso's Sword of the Storm held at his side, the Russian Moron's worn Fist of Tebigong, Cat Breath's approaching Crystal Gl–
"Well well, if it isn't Jack Spicer." The girl at the forefront of her evil team snorts, looking then at RJ. "Finally got it to work this time, genius? Or is it just until its next showdown?" Ashley and her fellow Morons laugh, Cyclops spewing spit that makes Jack so much happier for the distance he is from them.
"Ashley," Jack grouses, finding little enjoyment in the immediate loss of her wretched chechire smile. "They made you leader?" He points a finger at her, finding now the needed humor to wear a wry smile on his face.
"What!?" RJ cuts over Jack's attempt at chuckling. "Morons don't know about choice." Nothing capable of such decides on the wild wreck this yo-yo's sporting.
The robot crosses its arms. Gives the miffed girl a grim once-over. And reveals her terminal reality: "She's a jungle cat."
Jack's eyes swerve back unto Ashley with a spark of realization.
'It's so simple… '
How hadn't he realized? What has he even been doing?
"Cat Breath," he breathes, really tasting the words for the first time.
'She smells just like theirs!'
"Euugh…" He sticks his tongue out, cringing whilst Breath of Cats growls.
"It's Katnappe," Ashley hisses, doing so literally at the end, "and I'm his apprentice, doofus." Her sharp gaze goes from his incredulous expression, to RJ's, then back again.
Her anger diminishes, their disgust maintains, and Ashley again snorts. Or maybe she hissed. Hard to tell, but for some reason, she's turned a shallow smile on Kimiko.
It's a pitying look. A wide, condescending grin that has Cat Breath's lips curling on the ends of her face. Her eyelids even droop before she says, "You must be desperate to be working with this insufferable nerd."
It's almost purred out, too, which of course gets bile rising up Jack's throat. "Then again," eyes raking down and then back up Kimiko, "you probably are. Considering."
The word's jabbed out like a knife, the worst Cheshire Cat smile Jack's ever seen in his life making an appearance.
The only change in Kimiko is that she's stock still. Oh, and her fists are uncurling. Which seems like a positive until her three middle-most fingers twitch inward on the one hand.
But the fists are back when the Morons break out into another bout of low-quality evil laughter.
'...Really? She had something to do with all this?'
What-ever. Just a big, fat waste of evil.
"Where are your robots?"
The sudden question from Kimiko is amazingly harsh for it having been whispered.
"On stand-by," he mutters, "Why?" His response for the morons is on the tip of his tongue for when they stop laughing.
"We get them now."
He turns with a rather genuine smile on his face for Kimiko's scowl at Ashley, having never before found her anger so agreeable.
It's such that the bile doesn't rise when he next regards Cat Breath, though it's also true that putting a stop to Moronic Melodies' on-going chorus has been an ever-present desire.
"GUARD-BOTS!"
Three of the four morons go quiet, Cyclops's ongoing laughter hindering none the evil smile that splits across Jack's face, though the others are just as unimpressed with him when he thrusts his pointer finger at them.
At the huffing gastropod of a ninja shaking his head. At the shudder-inducing tilt of Ashley's cat-eared head, her condescending look only intensifying.
At Vlad's big stupid grin, those thick eyebrows of his pressing hard together.
"ANNIHILATIFY!"
Their pitying looks change at once for currents of energy buzzing to life, all eyes going to four Guard-Bots that stand to full height from behind a couple buildings bordering the other side of the dirt track-yard.
The behemoths lift heavy blasters, the muzzles of their weapons poised at the morons and glowing with power as they grip at their forearms to stabilize their aim.
Massive spheres of searing plasma blast free, shoving backward on the Guards' limbs and caving in the rooves of the robots' cover as they soar for their targets.
Ashley's face, alone, is worth the entire trip, though her tail is somehow puffed out and adding to the already great mixture that is her shocked-wide eyes and raised ears. Not that Vlad's gaping mouth and wide unfortunate-blues don't add a certain taste to this sick soup.
And Tubby's actually fat eyes?
Priceless.
Though when Cat Breath, Vlad, and even (somehow) Tubbs manage to dodge to the sides, Jack's evil joy wanes.
But his smirk doesn't fade all the way. Big, Fat, and Red is still perfectly in place, staring doltishly at the incoming attack; and Jack's face regains its previous evil expression the moment the projectiles slam into Cyclops' stomach and burst into an intense blue-white explosion that devours the beast.
The temple grounds shake, a whiny shriek piercing through the ruckus. Meanwhile, the Guard-Bots grab onto the buildings before themselves, their grips tightening before they vault over amid Cyclops' backward stumble from the blast that's become a black cloud of smoke. He crashes into a building behind himself, tripping, then, and falling on top of it.
The Guards land hard, righting themselves and remaining observant from their moderate distance.
Cyclops growls. He gets up and smacks away the smoke with but a single swipe of his giant hand.
The burnt oaf scowls at the Guards, the other Morons standing stiffly and with their Wu at the ready. The best those three can manage are panicked battle stances as the Guards split apart, the robots' fingers clenching and each focusing its jagged optics on a target.
Their stances widen, then, the hulking robots bending their knees before they finally charge forward, each with their hand raised to their front and a charging weapon at their other side.
Their stamping steps are accompanied by Kimiko blasting off for Cat Breath. Kimiko moves with incredible speed via the Jetbootsu, but Ashley flicks the Crystal Glasses down over her eyes and bends her body backward in avoidance of Kimiko's flying kick, the latter using her momentum to wind around and land into a slide as she glares at Cat Breath's smile.
The Dragon of Fire skids to a stop, Guard-Bots a ways behind her meanwhile encroaching upon their three targets – two of which back away in fear, while Cyclops roars and meets two Guards with childish scorn. The beast slams into his opponents, driving them backward as a Guard runs past either side of them for their own designated targets.
The plasma-blasts these two remaining Guards send for Vlad and Tubbimurra don't hit their marks, but the concussive forces still send their respective opponents flying a ways from the points of impact.
It's just unfortunate that Kimiko's fight isn't exactly going as Jack thinks it should. The monk is running for Ashley, now, who's strolling toward Kimiko as if she's on vacation. The first punch is Kim's, but Cat Breath turns her head aside of the attack. There's probably a purr, too, and Jack can just imagine an S being sickeningly stressed.
Ashley's too happy. Too all smirks and holier than thou. Kimiko grounds out something to her, and the moron keeps dodging her punches and kicks, though the addition of fire to some of her attacks does have Ashley putting more effort into her defense.
Then one of Kimiko's punches is caught, and Cat Breath's smile widens into that Chechire grin Jack hates almost more than anything.
'O-kay, I've had enough of this.'
It's time for things to go back to how he had them. Especially when Ashley parries Kimiko's jutted knee with her own, pulls the monk forward, grabs another in-coming fist, and gets them into some sort of pushing contest.
And now she's smirking right in Kimiko's face.
Evilly.
'As if…'
Ashley's mouth opens to say something to Kimiko, but Jack has always been a louder individual, and all the ruckus going on is rather easily overtaken when he yells, " Hey Ashley! " Two, then four loud blasts sound off, each heralding concussive explosions, so he shouts louder – " CAT-BREATH! "
A gust of wind blows over them all, Jack grinning for Cat Breath's scowl at her opponent; and he lifts his hands, creating a cone with them around his mouth. "Do you clean the box BEFORE or AFTER you use it?!"
Ashley turns immediate scorn on Jack. Her jaw clenches with a mild tint to her cheeks, Jack smiling all the wider and direly wishing he could see the anger in her eyes, though his expression blooms into a full-blown evil smirk anyways when the cat freak pays for her distraction.
Kimiko shoves one hand forward, her other pulling Katnappe's harder toward herself.
Cat Breath loses her footing and stumbles forward.
Kimiko steps forth and slams her forehead into Ashley's nose with a distinct snap of cartilage. The Moron's nasal grunt earns a chuckle from Jack and RJ, followed by Kimiko pulling Ashley by the wrist and kneeing her in the stomach hard enough to jerk Ashley upward, then a few inches higher with yet another hit.
The Crystal Glasses fall to the ground.
Then Ashley's feet, the girl clutching at her gut and sputtering for air. She attempts to right herself, to raise her arms, but Kimiko is poised and ready for this.
With a growl, Kimiko rears her elbow just a little further back, before her red fist shoots straight into Ashley's whiskered cheek with a pleasing sizzle not unlike that of a scrumptious burger being prepared on a grill. Her solid punch cocks the blonde's head to the side, leaving a beautiful, well-done patch of black on Ashley's face that Jack admires as the Moron crumbles to the ground.
'One for the dog,' Jack affirms, figuring not even Cyclops would eat that.
More important, though, is that Kimiko's taking in her fallen opponent with clear disdain, allowing Jack to at last look and see what Robo-Jack is enjoying.
The smirk on his face turns crooked.
Cyclops is being pushed backward by two Guard-Bots, a large sum of dirt gathering behind the beast's heels. Then a loud impact earns the evil duo's attention, them seeing Vlad to be quaking from his Fist of Tebigong's recent meeting with a Guard-Bot's large fist.
The Guard retracts its limb, instead moving its hand off to the side of Vlad and extending its fingers straight out.
Its heavy hand swipes at Vlad, slapping him straight into a violent spiral on his feet. The evil duo bark with laughter, watching those blue eyes of Vlad's twirl and swirl just as the idiot does on unsteady feet.
Their nefarious happiness swerves onto Tubby.
The fat man is letting out a loud battle-cry, spinning the Sword of the Storm faster and faster, and though the winding horizontal tornado billows outward with newfound strength, it's of no use when the Guard-Bot's two-pronged feet curl into the dirt and cement it in place.
Jack grabs his risen collar, feeling rather impressed as he uses it to shield his face from dirty gusts wafting all about. Speed is the last thing one thinks of when sighting the ninja land whale, but there it is, happening right before Jack's highly critical eyes.
The Guard-Bot lifts a foot. Its leg inches forward. The behemoth 's foot replants itself into the ground. It repeats this process a couple more times, during which Tubby's courageous battle-cry of honor, family, and duty devolves into the purest of shrill screams. A high-pitched noise that has Jack with a wide grin hidden behind his collar.
The Guard-Bot comes to stand before its target. It leans forward. Its internals growl, one foot dragging backward along the dirt. Exhaust leaves the bot's sides. Red optics glow brighter.
Its reared foot kicks clean through the furious winds, impacting with Tubby's fat, gelatinous body.
The tornado dies out at once, the Sword of the Storm clanking to the ground. And though the fat ninja may have some rubber-like quality to his overworking skin, it's not enough to prevent the kick's force from sending him soaring for the dark sky like an obese soccer ball.
Jack and RJ guffaw at the revolving planetoid ninja.
" Make sure to bounce real high, Tubby! " Jack shouts at the leaving Heylin Moron.
" Yeah! Off-planet! " RJ raises a shaking fist.
Jack chuckles at the oddity that is Tubbimura getting smaller, then turns back to the giant red moron.
He smirks. "Then we can have nine again."
"A world of difference," RJ states, smirking too as its hands grip each other behind itself and it enjoys the final moron still in action.
CLANK!
"AHWWOOOO!"
Cyclops turns his head away from the blaster that smacked into his eye. He shoves away the two Guards keeping him busy, but they manage a standstill at arm's length from the beast, even if their regaining of ground is slow.
Jack reaches an arm out toward each of his two idling Guard-Bots and snaps his fingers.
Their jagged optics go to him.
With one hand, Jack points at Cyclops, then grips at a rearward portion of his hair and tugs on it; whilst his other hand aligns its fingers and makes a flying motion for the sky, before diving back down.
One of the two Guards engages its thrusters and takes off for the sky, leaving a heated smoke trail, while the other Guard runs for Cyclops' rear.
Jack re-crosses his arms, the smirk on his face turning wicked.
The same of the two Guards dealing with Cyclops tries again for Cyclops's eye, but the beast leans his head away in time and, in doing so, makes his pony-tail easier for the Guard at his rear to grab.
And then yank.
This not only forces Cyclops to bend backward, but let out an ear-splitting scream, too.
Fortunately, the airborne Guard is by this point at an appropriate altitude above Big, Red, and Stupid, and its thrusters disengage.
Jack's evil gaze follows the Guard as it falls feet-first for the moron.
But his look becomes strained, a crease forming along his forehead for the ringing in his ears that's only being further compounded by Cyclops's shrieking wails.
He scowls with RJ.
"AAAHH, SHADDAP!" they holler at the obnoxious beast right as the falling Guard's feet smash down upon Cyclops' bulging gut and send him crashing back-first into the ground, air exploding past his lips and his sole eye bulging out of its socket.
The evil duo cackle, pointing as Cyclops has his gut smashed in by the Guard's feet. They do so about until the dust settles, though once it has, they're made to laugh again by the giant X over Cyclops's eye and his lulled out tongue.
Robo-Jack's head rears back, and it is not the only one to fall backward unto the ground.
The robot, however, is given pause when its optics open a sliver.
Its hand shoots out to grab Jack's shoulder, the evil genius chuckling at RJ with a risen brow for its serrated grin.
His eyes follow RJ's line of sight… landing on Vlad. Sitting on his rear, dizzy.
They get up, snarling smiles on their faces and hands at their sides with fingers curled as if claws as they stalk their way over to Vlad.
"Oh we're not done with you, Vlad."
Jack comes to a simmering stop before Vlad, Robo-Jack moving to stand behind the Moron.
Let none say that he isn't willing to get his hands dirty.
Dual right hands descend toward their unsuspecting victim, grabbing fiercely upon a particular garment's band. They yank upward, then, waking the idiot, and Jack laughs right in Vlad's pained face as they raise him off the ground by his underwear.
Vlad's eyes roll up. He bites his bottom lip, a tiny squeak still slipping out.
"What's that, Vlad?" Jack cups his other hand over his ear and leans in. "Higher, you say?"
Vlad shakes his head in the negative, fueling a low chuckle from Jack as he motions a Guard-Bot over. The Moron's eyes roll to the side at the sound of its weighty footsteps, sweat trailing down his forehead by the time the Guard is standing behind him and RJ.
The evil genius smiles up at his hulking creation.
Vlad turns to look up at it, too.
His eyes practically pop out of his skull, but for some reason he then darts his attention over to somewhere behind Jack. The Moron's eyebrows slant up and converge, then, his frown still tight, but now with parted lips.
It's as if he's considering a desperate plea.
The notion is incredible, though, and Jack makes a face. At least, he does until he turns and sees Kimiko looking at them with her thin eyebrows raised practically to her hairline. Then, he's with a quirked brow, a smile reforming on his face as he moves to block Vlad's petty attempt at mercy.
He makes out a mild quirk to one end of the girl's lips.
Sees not a shred of remorse to her person.
Sweet.
Jack turns back to Vlad, a smirk splitting across his face.
The evil duo release Vlad's underwear, his expression turning lax with relief, only for his heels to barely touch the ground before a metal clank sounds.
The Moron's eyes re-widen.
Vlad swerves his head around. "Wai–!"
His plea degrades into a shrill scream as he's sprung high into the air by his underwear. The Guard-Bot takes him well over its head, too, leaving him to dangle and bob. He's silent for this, which goes well with his harshly bitten bottom lip, twitchy fingers, and rigid posture.
"Guard-Bot," Jack says, turning from Vlad's perspiring expression to meet its optics, "send this guy SKY HIGH!"
A metallic snap sounds from within the Guard-Bot's shoulder joint.
Worry bloats Vlad's eyes as he starts to drop. His gaze constantly darts back and forth from the ground to the bot. Especially when his holder's hand plummets past his slower descent.
Snickering, Jack watches Vlad yell and flail his limbs around as the evil genius reaches with his tainted hand toward Robo-Jack, which reaches out its own soiled hand to be beside Jack's. The robotic redhead, then, also enjoying the show, produces a bottle of alcohol and up-ends it over their hands with a hard squeeze.
The anti-septic gushes out, RJ coating even their respective sleeves with the stuff.
The Guard's limb, meanwhile, stops still at a perfect ninety degree angle from its body.
Vlad's screaming form plummets below its hand. His unsightly garment stretches to slow his fall, the evil duo rigorously wiping their hands together. However, the moment those undergarments reach the pinnacle of their elasticity, the Guard-Bot yanks up, tearing an unhealthy portion clean off.
Vlad's eyes roll up into his skull.
He grasps at his crotch.
Making it all the easier for the Guard-Bot to land a clean, hard kick on the groaning moron's rear end.
The evil duo raise flat hands level to their brows to watch Vlad soar straight outta the temple. His approach for the dark sky is the perfect balance between evil and – more importantly – embarrassing defeat: Eyes closed tight, mouth howling, and both hands gripping at his sorry butt.
Robo-Jack's optics slowly extend out, allowing it to keep perfect focus on Vlad; but when Vlad is little more than a moronic dot in the sky, the redheads turn toward one another, RJ retracting its optics as they each raise a clenching fist before themselves.
"That's my boys!" Jack declares over the chuckling of his robotic double. They give one another an over and under fist bump. "Maybe that'll teach em to mess with," both raising a fist toward the evil heavens, "JACK SPICER!"
They rear their heads back, cackling as they raise their arms and spread them out at an arch before themselves, palms up and fingers curled like claws. The Guard-Bots mirror this as best they can with only one hand, their monotone laughter mixing with the redheads' whilst hidden Jack-Bots fly out from buildings all around to make for their victorious creator.