Everyone, arm yourselves!
How many of these things are there?! 
...You two thought YOU were the fastest? The fastest? HA! Squawk please!
ton of Core Lasers at the shattered pieces, vaporizing Tachyon Man entirely. He then proceeds to equip various different cores and begins blasting Prontoman with various different types of Core Lasers until he finds Pronto's weakness. He then proceeds to annihilate Pronto with every move of that weakness' core type. He then spots a glow from the Crystal Coconut's power... And eats it. Yep. He's fast enough to eat light itself. And now, Pronto's upgrade will go to Reggae. Reggae then takes out a ribbon he had for some reason and proceeds to wear Tachyon's Medallion.
...Cute. Now, since you're insistent on tracking me down here, then-
Sir! Hades Quartet is in the building!
...So? What do we do about it?
...Uh... Deploy the weapons, sir?
Yes. That is precisely it. So why are you standing here telling me this when you are supposed to be deploying the weapons RIGHT NOW!?
Are you done? Good.
I dread to share this side of myself often due to how... unbusinesslike it is to lose my composure. But if it is the case that I must set an example of those who test my patience....
...then I will respond in kind.

...Crazy Cannons. Equipped with Sniper Rifles. Clever and interesting, but shouldn't be too much of a problem.
Honestly, Sarge. What exactly made you think that would work?
And what exactly made you think that would work?
What!? How!? I thought I was supposed to be stronger than you!
Well, here's the thing... I'm not the Sergeant Man you know.
Well, then... This should make things more interesti-
...Hm. Should've expected as much. I was hoping that would at least slow you down a second or two... Guess I don't give you enough credit.
Oh, greetings, Hades. If you don't mind me asking, don't vaporize him too badly. He has something we need from him that has to be completely intact.
I'm back! Back, SQUAWK!
Just in time, Reggae; Your 1-hour break is done. ...Nice medallion you got there.
Ah, Moto, there you are. We have a bit of a situation.
Sniper Guiseppe had tried to serve a robotic arm in a pizza earlier. Needless to say, Guiseppe was fired before the pizza could be served. (Though, apparently Air is eating it like a taco...? We can deal with his helium problem when it actually becomes one, though.) However, we are now in need of a new head chef.

Alright, good. What are the details?
The Great Papyrus, huh? What are his qualifications?
...Well, if that's what he's got on his resume, then-
...
...I don't think we're going to find anything better. We should hire him immediately.
Do not rejoice in the face of death just yet. That was but an infinitesimal portion of what you have coming to you.
Your attempts at diminishing my impending empire serve no purpose, as did your attempts to dominate the earth of this dimension. You will suffer in an eternity filled with the unknown, lusting for death itself forever, with none of your brothers to rescue you. Your only companion being insanity as you see your hopes of revenge crushed by the ones you sought out to exterminate. Over. And over. And over again. Unable to act. Unable to end. The only purpose you served, was as not a victor in the spoils of war, but as a distraction. A cover-up to hide someone elses' agendas. And a lackluster one at that.
Apologies for my misconduct, although I must warn everyone here that this is the fate of those who trifle where they do not belong rather than know their place. Now, if you'll excuse me...I have some renovating to take care of.
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