LL: Then it would be a pleasure to join you. My plaything is this little contraption here.
_Leeves pulls out the Super Deployable Box and Edge watches as it transforms rapidly from a jetpack to a flamethrower to a robot. _
(amazing name btw)
“Yeah. You know, Trishes are great and all, but you would need someone that sticks out. Looks original, you know.”
Edge : Well … i’m glad heheh
Edge: Here’s my deal. There’s this really annoying bitch right? Name’s Galaxy Girl. Upcoming superhero and shit. You’ve probably heard of her on like Instagram r whatever the fuck people use. You know what I want?
Her dead.
LL: As it turns out, I do know who she is, and I know that it’ll take more than us to beat her.
Edge: Seriously? Dude , we could take her out easy.
Edge: And if not…
Edge: We force people to join.
LL: Sounds like a plan…
Edge: Alright heh
Edge: gets out phone
Edge: Gotta find her using her social media crap. She’s bound to be posting somewhere.
“Mhm? well, why not. After all, I’m pretty sure no secrets will fall in my hands… ever.”
LL: Well, the awkward thing is that I follow her, so I know that she is somewhere near (insert place name).
“There’s not really a reason to choose a Trish for the job, really. So why not let a fresh face into the building once in a while?”
“Gotcha. Wait, a flight? They aren’t in the building?”
LL: Any ideas about candidates we can “convince to join us”?
“Private planet? Are you kidding me?”
Edge: Don’t worry.
More citizens appear in the alleyway , just like the boy before.
Edge: I already have some.