No sooner had Chojin left Darcel's house than Rich kicked open the door with his scrawny, yet powerful, leg. "What is up, little bitty bloody buddy? I am ready for some mercuryyyyy runnin through my veins!" He laughed, and it resembled that of the Joker from DC comics. "Now tell me, you mysterious mate of masculine movements, how might I maneuver to my main man Dasken's home?" He did a mini twirl in spot, and suddenly, a penny floated out of his pocket and darted around like a hummingbird on a sugar rush. "Oh, come now, Jeffery! Get back in the pocket!" It hovered by his ear, spinning and twirling in place. "Mmhmm. Uh-huh. Oh? His name is Darcel!? Why, yes, we did get that info somehow! But how..?" He scratched his chin. "Bah, blargnflargn. Don't matter. Huh? Kill him?" His wild eyes drilled right into Darcel.
"Nah, I have raisins to thunk that he be good to us alive." He cracked his bony fingers, and all of a sudden, there was a loud crash from a window from a house. A baseball-sized, platinum orb launched straight at Darcel's face, and froze. "AHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEE! Looks like Thomas likes ya, bloody buddy!" The man cackled.
Dasken eyed the sphere nervously, and in the bed, Miridia seemed to melt and meld into an odd figure; a very tall man whose legs hung off the end of the bed, and he was in a pose often used by girls in French paintings. "Well, well, what have we here? A new friend, perhaps? Or maybe a new enemy?" His eyes crossed, then rolled around, turning into long poles, mere inches from Dasken's face. Dasken held back the urge to bend the poles up the man's rear. "What happened to Miridia?" Dasken asked, dead serious.
"Why, you are way too much no fun." He cackled, morphing into a copy of Dasken. "Look at me. I'm serious and a party pooper and am named Dask and use Fragokinesis and killed a ton of people. Nyehyehyenye boo hoo roar." It morphed back into the man. "I gotta go, boom boy. See ya soon!" The man melted into glimmering streams of metal, and they ran straight under the door and out of the house. The metal sphere crashed through the window.
"Hhhhuh." Dasken was, for once, speechless.
Zak blinked, and when he awoke, he saw a copper version of him. "Hello, pretty kitty kiddie." The metal him morphed into an odd, lanky, tall man with pale skin and jet black hair. "I got a joke: SEGA games. Am I right?" The metallic figure cracked his fingers, and burst into small, metal rings. The rings split apart into pennies, and all of the pennies cackled and flew away.
Zak assumed it was a dream, and went back to sleep.
