Yeah, baby!

Wario-Man does a collection of lame poses.

...Stouter than an iron burrito... Studier than a snow tire... I am... Wario-Man!

...You suck!

Stick your opinion up the burrito burner of someone who cares! for now, It's Wario Time!

Wario charges through the air at Janemba.



Janemba, using his Dimension Sword, opens up the space around him, creating thousands of energy blasts, which Wario dodges through the air, still flying towards Janemba.

Oh wooooow, wonder why that disclaimer was put there in the first place.

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Forbidden Valley

Janemba sticks his hand out towards the lasers, in an attempt to dispel them.






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M.A.C - Control Room One with such a childike mind does not deserve such power.
...What did you... do?
...

Shake King turns back at the Cataclysm Crystal, which seems to be acting as the ship's Reactor, as well as what absorbed Janemba's transformation.

...What had to be done.

Bowser's Castle Hanging from a cage chained to the ceiling is Princess Peach, Toadsworth, and Blue and Yellow Toads. Bowser, Kamek, and Bowser Jr. look on, the former-most admiring their handiwork.

Great. Now we can scratch this one off the checklist. Kamek?
Right away.

Kamek summons a pen and a piece of paper in Bowser's hands, which he promptly uses to write a check-mark on. He then throws them away, the both of them immediately disappearing.

..You know, attempting to inflict Stockholm syndrome on the person you're interested in isn't a proper way to attempt to make those feelings of yours reciprocated. It might be hard for you, but there's always the option to move on and better yourse--
Sorry, honey, but I've never been one to move on. You see, I have a little philosophy that I like to follow. That what's mine is mine, and that I should do whatever it takes to make it MY way.
Even if it means getting cancelled on Twitter?
I assure you, his crookedness hasn't the time for such trivialities. Isn't that right, my lord?
...
...oh no--
...HA! JOKES ON YOU, YOU DON'T KNOW OUR WIFI-PASSWORD!
DOUBLE HA! JOKES ON YOU, I'M ON A HOTSPOT!
TRIPLE HA! JOKES ON YOU, I JUST THREATENED TO INVADE JACK DORSEY'S HOME AND EAT HIM ALIVE IF HE DIDN'T TAKE THE WEBSITE DOWN!
D'oh, fiddlesticks..!
*sigh that would be saying if sighs could speak that he's too old to still be putting up with thiiis*
Can you just get on with your dumb plan already?
Hey, shut your trap, you little twerp! I'll discuss whatever I WANT to discuss whenever I WANT to discuss it!
...Which would be now. You see, I waited for the perfect time to strike... so that those bothersome brothers... AND those overall-wearing circus acts... would be too busy to sick their plucky noses where they don't belong. In FACT...
Wait, hold on a mom--

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Sky High Zone
[If everyone has already left, then this is before that.]{spoiler} Undetected by everyone-- yes, everyone-- else are three figures peeping in the background.

Oh, yeah. That's them, alright.
But what the heck are they doin' here of all places??
I'unno. But from what it looks like with that little scuffle, along with what they're talking about, it seems like they've got they're hands full.

The largest one pulls out a walkie-talkie.

We'll call the Koopa King. This is as good an opening as we're gonna get.

Yikes. It looks like he’s having a nightmare. Poor guy.

She then turns her attention to Gyro.

It may be hard, but please be patient with Taurus. He really only was like this ever since yesterday.
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Heat Man investigates the contents of the box if possible.

This is... new.

Approaching Taurus for any signs of something wrong, Meddy checks, then looks back to everyone else.

Nothing’s wrong with him. Not physically, at least. It looks like that chance-encounter with that one robot really got to him.

You mean this propeller?

AS Gyro looks back he sees he what seems to see someone holding his four-sided flying appendage... in complete restoration.

To be honest, it's not too different from what I do day-to-day. If anything, it's likely better than ever now.

She then hands it to Gyroman... before noticing Taurus's current mental state.

Erm... Did something ...happen?

Anthem’s facial expression remains the same until she says “In need of bailing out.” A strange energy rivaling the Xel-Generator in terms of raw quantity starts leaking out.

(This power...!)
...Needed.

A current of wind begins revolving around Anthem.

Who are you to say whether ANYONE will ever need you or not?
Now that I think about it, all that you have been ever since this attack is a liability. It was your lack of ability to protect that created this hostage situation, correct? It was your need for sustenance and showing off that wasted valuable time that could’ve been used to create a plan, right!?

Anthem points to Team Prototype, Crusher, Lightwave, and Defteros, still looking at Ray.

Eight out of the alleged 10 DMNs attacked town. How many of them did you take out? How did you fare against Rock and Mech-tenant? What do you have to bring to the table?... A ring. A ring and overzealousness that will get you killed.

Anthem points to Proteus.
This guy here is evil and yet he manages to do more good then you. How is that even possible?
Actually, I prefer the term morality-curious right now—
I don’t give a damn.

The current begins getting more and more intense. The pressure by a large margin becomes tough for everyone to withstand.

You aren’t doing this because you care about anyone. You’re doing this because of an artificial sense of fullness which was fabricated on a whim. You came because you wanted to prove yourself to an empty audience. You came because you wanted to feel important. I was literally built for this situation. So either get off your high horse and stop pretending like any of what you have been given so far has been actually earned, or get used to embracing the idea of becoming who you were before.

The current stops abruptly.

...Sheesh.

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Anybody else notice the number of this post? Nice.

Hammer-Bots block off the bombs, acting as meatshields and protecting the Black Jewel.

So sorry, but there's only one way you're getting towards me.

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Why are you even attacking?
As a whole? Because you've trespassed onto our base of operations and attempted to spearhead (pun intended) an assault on us.
...Why am I attacking you? Because of your blasphemous attempts at trying to masquerade as a "magic fairy"! In the name of science, I refuse to believe such exists!
...You can't be serious. The wand? The wings? The unrealistically short stature?
The wand must be a a technical component capable of executing commands programmed in it. The wings? See SON-00A, just because you're not a bird doesn't mean you can't have wings. And have you, AT ALL, ever heard of dwarfism? I thought as much.
Yeah, What next, you'll tell me you don't believe in god?
Well, unless I'm shown a preponderance of the evidence that he DOESN'T exist...
(I could summon a flock of crows from this science-'s insides and nobody would notice or care.)

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Anthem looks at Prototype, and back at Ray.

...Meh. You can go. But you'd better not screw the pooch and make an oopsie-woopsie wah wah diaper--
...What was I saying again? Oh, well. Just be careful Mary suuiiiII mean Ray.

...Woah... That's... This IS supposed to be important, right?
This feels a little contrived. And when I say a little, I mean very.
What's... happening to her?
....Obviously nothing out of the ordinary.

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M.A.C - Control Room RELEASE THE ENERGY CONTAINER!

As lasers begin to home in on Janemba, the short, plump figure remains confused.
...Yup. Still don't know what's goin' on.
It'll make sense later.

Suddenly, two figures warp in from thin air.

So, this is where your little squadron has been hiding?
...Oh. They're back. How many people did you invite here, anyway?
As many as it'll take to destroy that round cretin!
So... I was told there was someone here that could rival my speed.
Just relax, he's busy right now.

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I don't even remember what happened. But Knack dodges.

Mad Sciencestein starts zapping at Wanda from below. She doesn't seem to be facing much of a challenge.

Red & Yellow are trying to take out Cannoli's machine. They seem to be put off guard by it's abilities.

Pac-Man and G&W fight off the horde of Hammer-Bots.

The Black Jewel kicks back and spams buffs towards everyone on his side.

MCPD Headquarters Anthem's fist, sizzling for some reason, stops centimeters from the side of Prototype's face. Both of them stare at Ray.

...And how do we know you'll end up doing what needs to be done? Because you feel stronger?

Gyroman suddenly finds himself being approached [and healed] by a second robot.

Sorry! He might look somewhat intimidating, but he has only good intentions.
That aside, it looks like that propeller is really banged up. It looks like that was the reason for all that yelling after all...
...You know, we just might know a friend who could fix that four-sided fan of yours.

??? Still restrained, Mayor Dorado and Junior look on in front of the seeming figure responsible.

(So this is where he starts monolouging, right?)
Don't give him any ideas.
I don't see why the both of you don't rejoice while you're still alive. This is all to do YOU lot a favor.
Favor? You call attempting to wage war and kidnap the city's leader a favor? I swear, you robots get made funnier by the day (No offense, kid).
(Honestly? None taken.)
Pretend as though you're the victims all you want. It's your incapabilities to defend against these things that is the reason WHY this is all happening.
First there was the SWN-00Ω clone invasion. Then there was the "Jazz Hands" incident. The invasion of the Quints. And let's not mention the result of Hades Quartet going berserk.
True, even despite that, the town nonetheless lives on to this day. But for how long? How many more weeks, months, YEARS of countless abnormalities before it finally ends? All of which caused by the crippling incompetence of the city's leader, and it's main defenses.
And that's where WE come in. Putting the area out of it's long-endured misery. See, this country has no use for weak links. In a world where anything is possible, only the strongest of areas should thrive fully.

The robot points to Mayor Dorado.

And it starts by mounting the ruins of Mega City with your so-called "Hero"'s head.

O-on it! (I'MPARTOFATEAMI'MPARTOFATEAMI'MPARTOFATEAMI'MPARTOFATEAMI'MPARTOFATEAMI'MPARTOFATEAMI'MPARTOFATEAMI'MPARTOFATEAMI'MPARTOFATEAMI'MPARTOFATEAMI'MPARTOFATEAMI'MPARTOFATEAMI'MPARTOFATEAMI'MPARTOFATEAMI'MPARTOFATEAMI'MPARTOFATEAMI'MPARTOFATEAMI'MPARTOFATEAMI'MPARTOFATEAMI'MPARTOFATEAMI'MPARTOFATEAMI'MPARTOFATEAMI'MPARTOFATEAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Meddy follows.

Heat Man investigates the box.

MCPD Headquarters Now that that's over with... I've made my decision.
So whassit gon' be?
The person who's going... will be me.
I've made up my mind. You don't like the result? Defeat me, then we'll talk--

Suddenly, Anthem feels an Oculaser zap him from behind, though this does little in the way of actually hurting him.

As soon as Anthem turns around, he is instantly greeted with a left jab which he tries to catch, only to find out it's actually a feint, being hit by a right hook!

I meant what I said before. I'm willing to do what ever it takes.
You know, for someone who focuses so much on the whole strategy thing, I didn't really expect that to happen.
Listen. Props to where it's due, you are a smart fighter. But you have one weakness...
(Weakness? Just what could he be talking ab--)
You have a real habit of ovethinking things.

Meddy, slightly embarrassed and still looking down, nods.

Meddy: Mhm.