A bit later. . .

LM [now wearing his new clean uniform, which is way too small for his vegibeastial body. It now looks like he is wearing a small tank top and a pair of short shorts]: This is embarrassing!

CJ: That’s never going to work. [CJ stifles a yawn]

Brit: Well of course not. He hasn’t got his cap on yet.

[Brit hands LM the Nets cap, which LM puts on his head]

AGW: Oh yeah. That’s a lot better.

RM552: It diffinitely looks like La Machine now.

CJ: hmmmm [izzat so?] *yawn*

(y)NW [looks at CJ quizzically]: Are you OK Jackie?

CJ: *yaawn* Don’t worry Brian, it’s nothing really. I just haven’t slept very well last couple of nights. That’s all.

(y)NW: hmmm. . .

*knock* *knock* [a knock on the door]

Ace: Come on in.

[Reggie, the JLR's competition liaison enters the room]

Reggie: Good morning everybody. Your battle with the Defenders will start in 15 minutes time. [Reggie goes to leave the room when he notices LM. [whaaaa!] What happened to La Machine?

JLR: umm, uh [gulp!]

Brit: Late night?

Chant: Yes, the Eurovision song contest was on. He got very upset when the Russian entry didn’t win. Isn’t that right?

LM: Russian entry? Eurovision song contest? [eh?]

RM552: See what we mean, he’s still inconsolable.

Reggie: Oh. Well you had all better make your way to the arena now. I will meet you there.

Ace [trying to take Reggie’s attention away from LM, while quickly guiding the confused liaison out of the room]: Not a problem, we’ll be down there in a moment.

[After Reggie has left the room]

Brit: See nothing to worry about.

JLR: [eh... i dunno... ]

Ace: OK, Team we’re up against the Defenders. They’re no pushovers.

CJ: *yaaawn* Unless (young)Nightwing gets picked, we don’t have much defence against magic or cosmic power. *yaaaawn*

RM552: Well I’m going after the Sub-Mariner. It is only right that two Monarchs battle each other!

LM: But you’re not a Monarch. . .

RM552: [izzat so?]

JLR: [izzat so?]

RM552: How many times has Namor been deposed and exiled, only to be re-throned? Huh?

LM: Nevermind :` . . . lets get going. . .

DLD: Hey speaking of late nights, where did all of you go last night? You were gone for hours?

Brit: That my friend will have to be a story for another time [wink]

DLD: Oh great. Can anyone say back flash. . .