MBL Roll Call:
  • Der Kontinuity
  • The Super-Robot from the Future
  • Super-Pele
  • Extremely Snooty Independent Film Director Who Tries to Be Eccentric Because It's Fashionable Guy
  • Production Assistant-Boy

    Der Kontinuity steps outside for a much-needed smoke. This whole starting up a new super-hero team wasn't what he'd expected at all.

    He was hoping for the Justice League of America, but he got the Mystery Men instead.

    Oh well. He'd have to make do with what he had.

    Now to see if he could crack these bozos into shape.

    Time for some training exercises.

    Der dropped his cigarette and stamped it out, suddenly remembering that he had never smoked a day in his life before, and he had no idea where he got this pack of cigarettes from in the first place. He could literally feel Continuity himself falling to pieces around him. He hoped that his own demigod-like powers would not fade away with it.

    He stifled a yawn and then stifled a desire to begin acting like a Frank Miller character. Though maybe a little of that would help right now.

    Punks.

    DK rips the front door off of his house and glares at the startled faces before him.

    I could really use a massage right now. Ooh. And a bowl of nacho chips.

    "Lissen, you damn punks! You're here for a reason -- and that reason is to get this stinking little sin city back into shape. Now, I'm gonna need a few good men to stand by my side as I kick some pansy fake-English ass. Who's with me?"

    Bunny. I wonder whatever happened to Bunny? She could always be counted on for a good time.

    These punks wouldn't know a good time if it bit them in the nuts.