The
spellbinding light ceases to exist. As
the light is extinguished, from its essence rises the entire Royal Highness and
George Washington’s Slaves teams.
Although separated, all have been transported to the Detroitia Sector of
the City Region.
Royal
Highness. . .
Mike Greenwell looks to
his teammates.
Greenwell: Damn straight! I be where I belong!!!
Mogan LeFey turns to
Lex Luthor.
LeFey: What is he
babbling about?
Luthor: Greenwell was raised in the area near the Earth
city known as Detroit. Rumor has it that
he was actually raised on the mean streets and knows them well.
Batman Beyond: . . .
and I thought Gotham was dirty.
Greenwell: Nothing more
fun that getting down and dirty with Greenie on his simulated home turf! Let’s party boys and girls!
Slaves. . .
Crocodile Dundee:
Crikey! This place smells like the
underbelly of a croc!
Tony the Tiger: Smell means nothing. Blood means everything.
Wicked Witch of the
West: Ooooh. Blood.
There’s nothing I’d rather bathe in than the blood of our enemy.
Washington: You will have your chance Triple W. You will have your chance.
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