The Yellow Detonator: All I’m saying is that, as the mirror version of The Ogre, one would assume you’d talk, you know, normally.
Nega-Ogre: RRWWWARRGMONNMO!
The Drunk Heckler: Hey. HEY! That didn’t make any schence! Whadda coupla of LOSCHERS! You both sch… sch… oh no…
Doctor Eclipse: Ugh, for Evil’s sake, will someone get Heckler some coffee or something? Huge Dictator, what is the meaning of all this? I could be plotting the demise of Sunboy and Moongirl this very moment!
The Cosmic Entity Known As Paul: FO REALZ I GOTZ SPACE-SLUGZ 2 DFEET U NO LOL
Day-Puritan: The heretic and the abomination have a point, foul as they may be. I have a Nightwitch to burn, good sir. I shant be kept from my divine destiny much longer.
Huge Dictator: All in good time, my villainous fiends. Once Aridus the Desiccator arrives, all shall be revealed. Ah, here he is now!
Aridus the Desiccator: Greetingssss, moissst onesssss. Ssssay hello to my good friend Hydronaut, Prime Minisssster of Atlantissss!.
Nega-Ogre: RAWROO?
The Yellow Detonator: Okay, see, now that I understood.
Doctor Eclipse: YOU WITHERING IDIOT! You’ve led a member of the Super League of Heroes right to us!
Huge Dictator: Has he? Despite that induction ceremony you may have seen on television, I assure you that Hydronaut is well under my control, especially with his precious underwater civilization currently being occupied by MY aquatic death robots. Isn’t that right, Prime Minister?
Hydronaut: You just remember the deal, Huge Dictator.
The Cosmic Entity Known As Paul: OMG WTH DEEL?
Huge Dictator: It was simple. I figured once Hydronaut here became a full-fledged Super League member, they’d put him on monitor duty, seeing as how aquatic powers don’t work so well on land. Once among all their computers, he downloaded the Super League Protocols, a set of files detailing how to defeat each and every member of their little group put together by The Retributator.
The Drunk Heckler: Schtupid paranoid freHIC… freHIC… looney! He’s not better than me. YOU THINK HE’S BETTER THAN ME?
Day-Puritan: Silence, drunkard! But how might this betrayer go about transporting such information? Foul magic?
Huge Dictator: No. He used the Centon 64GB USB Sport Drive I gave him. I trust the incredible storage size was more than enough for the files, yes?
The Yellow Detonator: Nonsense! They may be fools, but the Super League isn’t stupid. There’s no way they’d let him walk out of there with a flash drive like that.
Huge Dictator: They would if they didn’t know it was WATERPROOF, wouldn’t they, Hydronaut? Now hand it over.
Hydronaut: Take it. Now release my people at once!
Huge Dictator: Oh, come now, Prime Minister Hydronaut. Our little plan has only just begun, and Aridus has been so looking forward to spending some quality time with you.
Hydronaut: Bastard! Mark my words, I shall bring the power of the planet’s ocean down on your head for this!
Huge Dictator: I’m sure I’ll be shivering in my space boots aboard my moon base when that happens. Gentlemen, rough him up but be quick about it. We have much planning to do.
