Beatle, now in normal 16-foot size, is tended to by Tophbee.
Tophbee also uses his honey to cure Death Leopard’s wounds.
“So, fatty,” said Death Leopard, as Tophbee cringes upon that name. “How long ‘til this wound heals over, huh? Hey, fatty. Talk, fatty.”
“Stop calling me that,” said Tophbee.
“Death Leopard, he doesn’t like being called fat,” said Beatle.
“Yeah. But he clearly looks swole. He ate too much to get those gains. I’m gessing, isn’t that right, fatty?” asked Death Leopard, as Tophbee stings Death Leopard.
Death Leopard cringes in pain. “Dude! Why are you such a jerk!”
“Because I’d rather be with fuckin’ Cheapshot than you. I’D RATHER BE WITH MARS than YOU!!! I’d rather be with FUCKING MORNINGSTAR than you! I’d rather be with Lord Spazura THAN YOU!!!”
“Who the fuck is Lord Spazura?” asked Death Leopard.
“He’s an evil Space Lion that tried to conquer Earth that Beatle fended off with us years back,” said Inchworm, eating some lasagna from the pan. “Pretty sucky guy. Napoleon Complex. Thanks for the lasagna, Beatz!”
Beatle nodded, silently, slouching over while his daughter hugged him and refused to let go.
“Who’s the kid?” asked Inchworm.
“Adopted her.”
“Did God set you up to that?”
Beatle sighs and nods.
“Dude. Congrats,” said Inchworm.
Beatle turns to the kid, Gabrielle, working on the computers. “Who’s the lucky guy? Gabrielle, her name is, right? Sabbath’s biological daughter? Who’s her Dad?”
Inchworm sighs. “I’m not allowed to tell you till she’s-...”
Black Sabbath enters the room, and Death Leopard scoffs.
Death Leopard nods. “Anna.”
Black Sabbath just ignores him. “Hey, Miguel…”
Beatle looks away from Black Sabbath.
“Miguel?” She grabbed his cheek, and Billy kicked her away, annoyed.
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“Who’s the lucky girl?” Black Sabbath asked, saddened.
“Adopted. I should be asking that of you. Who’s the lucky guy?” asked Beatle.
Black Sabbath looks down, saddened.
“Ohohoho. She finally realized that you ain’t the one for her,” smirked Death Leopard.
“She’s yours,” said Black Sabbath.
Beatle’s eyes widen, and he turns to her.
Tophbee whispers. “Drama booomb…”
Billy looks a bit intrigued by this revelation.
“Ask the Voice. He’d agree with me.”
Beatle takes off his cowl, revealing his rugged, beaten, and bruised face. “Is.. Is she… Is she normal?”
“She’s like you.”
“Is she smart? Does she have friends?” Beatle began to cry.
“She’s very smart and she has many friends, Beatle,” Sabbath smiled and giggled. “I’m sorry… for hurting you again…”
“It’s okay. I have to forgive you, I guess,” said Beatle.
“Have to, or want to?”
“Have… to…”
“Is this about her cheating on you with that alien guy?” asked Tophbee, as Inchworm punches him in the gut.
Ladybug sighs and just crosses his legs while typing.
“Kuya,” Ladybug turns to Beatle. “You good?”
“Yes, love,” said Beatle, as Ladybug nods.
“Wanna play Clash of Clans?” asked Ladybug.
Beatle nods. “Later, baby brother. Later…” He sighs, leaning before Sabbath. “The deal was not to have a child while the apocalypse is going on…”
“I know,” said Sabbath.
“You used the bank, huh?”
“Mhm,” said Sabbath.
Beatle sighs. “We have to get to my city, fast.”
Tophbee smiles, crossing his legs while leaning on the chair. “We gotta play some tunes while we’re at it!“
Meanwhile, the Berserkers ravaged the land of the Third Temple. They entered via the skies as people in the tunnels, defensive soldiers in the Aspiras-Palispis Tunnel blast shots at the Berserkers, only for explosive bombs to be shot back at them.
The Berserkers flew with jetpacks on their backs, laughing and cackling on their way.
The tunnel is bombed, but a miniature salt barrier blocked the bombs, though it shook and dropped many tiles inside the building. The tunnel inside reveals a network of various tall and short soldiers working together to refill their Light Cannons, each pointing at one berserker at a time, and many ballistas, each alternatively stocked from one hole to another.
From the Loakan Airport, various jets began flying up and shooting at the various soldiers. Yet each would be shot down into the cold, rich, icy nothingness below, some even being killed by the Berserkers themselves, brutally and sadistically.
They reach and land their bare boots in the city, all sporting bloody armor.
Mars raises his fist. “DESTROY!!! KILL!!! ERADICATE EVERY KNOWN BEING IN THE CITY!!! THOSE THAT ARE BENEATH US, KILL THEM!!! AND ENSLAVE ALL STARMEN WHO CHOOSE TO BE AT THE SAINT KING’S SIDE!!!”
They attacked.
One Berserker forcefully opened a door and shot a Caucasian child in the chest.
The Caucasian woman, the one who aided Beatle back then by giving him bread, would try to shoot with a handmade gun, only to be shot repeatedly by the Berserkers. Her body would fall to the ground, bleeding with dead eyes.
The Berserkers smiled, raising their flags with pentagrams each, blasting them all to death. Pregnant women and women with their children ran away as the Berserkers cruelly shot.
The trio of lieutenants just smiled and charged forward, leading the army from behind.
“Destroy the Saint King’s followers! LET NONE ESCAPE!!! FOR THAT WOULD BE HIGHLY ILLOGICAL!!!“ roared Cheapshot, as the trio cruelly blasted thousands of innocent people away.
