The President and his allies are gathered around a makeshift war table, scooting spare board game pieces they had around to represent the elements at play.
"Obama said some time in the next twenty four hours, he'll show up and personally get revenge because we killed his brother who happens to look exactly like him." The President explains. "But, theoretically, if we can't handle protecting the planet from Obama, we could always just run away with it and take it somewhere else. Unlike us, he has to travel through space the long way, so eventually he'll probably just give up on chasing us."
"You said any time in the next twenty four hours, that could mean anything. Is this really a good use of our time-" Aeternus starts, but is cut off as the entire building rumbles. "What the hell? What's going on out there?!"
The Vice President opens the blinds on the nearby window, revealing that Obama's fleet is descending upon the planet, blocking out the entire sky with its sheer numbers. One of Obama's constructs crashes directly into the window, and drills through it with a beak-like appendage, breaking the glass.
"Shit! The House has been breached!" The President shouts, pointing at the obvious intruder. "I thought we still had time!"
"Well, what's our contingency plan? You said we can just move the whole planet, right?" Sigmund says frantically.
"They already touched down! Moving the planet wouldn't do jack!" Aeternus yells back, while the President paces back and forth, chewing his fingernails anxiously.
"Well…if Obama's fleet is already here, I think the only way we can beat their numbers is to go straight for the heart. We have to kill Obama." The President declares, causing the rest of the Cabinet to stare at him in bewilderment.
"Okay, and how do we do that, exactly?" Aeternus asks. "Something tells me he won't go down as easily as his brother."
"Don't worry, I have a plan." The President states confidently.
"Our plan is moving along quite favorably." Obama says, looking out the window of Air Force One, his personal aircraft. Obama's adopted son, Joe Biden, takes a sip of soda and smiles.
"I fully agree, Obama, there is no way that Heartlance can stand against your almighty fleet." Biden says. "Cheers to Radica entering the hands of its rightful owner."
"No, Joe, this is not a time for celebration." Obama says somberly, his gaze drifting to the floor. "Our victory won't bring Moe back."
"You know Obama, whenever I used to feel down, you know what would always make me feel better? A refreshing scoop of ice cream on a nice crunchy cone."
"Joe, I appreciate the sentiment, but this is serious. Once Heartlance is out of the picture, we can get some ice cream."
On the ground below Air Force One, in the ruined remains of Dan's Diet Clinic, Aquar, Paalgae, and Ignis all watch in terror as Obama's fleet continues touching down all around them.
"God damn it, screw this! Clearly Tek Gek isn't coming back, and now this shit?! Why the hell are we even still here?!" Ignis shouts, ripping off his fake orange beard that he had on to emphasize how long he'd been waiting.
"Well…we were gonna follow him, and then Friezatron showed up, so you said we would wait for that to clear up. So really, this is your fault, Ignis." Paalgae notes, ripping off his own fake green beard.
"Besides, even if we did try to leave, the Order would send people after us, right? So we're kinda stuck." Aquar adds, pausing for a few seconds while the other two look at her.
"Oh, right." Aquar rips off her fake blue beard, following the lead of Ignis and Paalgae.
"With what fucking people? We're basically their last guys! In fact? It's official! I QUIT the Order, right now!" Ignis declares, throwing his communication device on the ground and grinding it to dust under his foot.
"Good for you. How does that help us get out of this mess, though?" Paalgae sighs. "We're still stuck here. We have nowhere to go if we try to leave."
As if on cue, Friezatron and Kakarot Prime roll past the window, currently locked in a close-quarters tussle which is kicking up massive pieces of debris wherever they go.
"Paalgae, buddy, you're not thinking. Tell me, how do you get off of a planet that's completely fucked?" Ignis asks.
"Um…a teleporter?" Paalgae offers.
"That's right! A spa- huh?! Are you stupid?! A spaceship, not a teleporter! Have you not heard how dangerous teleporters are?! Fourteen people die every year from teleportation accidents!" Ignis says, suddenly getting really heated.
"That's…not that many people, actually." Aquar says, but Ignis glares at her to shut her up. "Okay…where do we get a spaceship?"
"Heh. This is the advantage of being a field agent and not sticking around in one place all the time. I get to know all about the Order's resources, and I happen to know that the Order keeps its emergency escape shuttle, designed specifically to safely evacuate the top dogs in the case of a cataclysmic apocalypse, in its secret facility located underground in West Virginia." Ignis says proudly.
"Do you know how to drive a spaceship?" Paalgae inquires.
"Nope! Can't be that hard, though. We'll cross that bridge when we get there. Come on, let's get a move on before they figure out that I defected."
This audio plays back on a device in a distant shadowy meeting room, where three figures are seated.
"Guess he didn't know about the failsafe recording mechanism." one of them chuckles. "So, what's the plan? Do we take…drastic measures? Heh."
"No, not yet. I'll talk to them, see if I can knock some sense into their heads. If they still don't listen, sure. We'll smoke 'em." Another of the figures says, before standing up and leaving the room.