Meanwhile in the stacks of the Ethnike Bibliotheke tes Hellados - the National Library of Greece!

Mr. Misinformation: Darn it! I can't contact the Amazonian Librarian's back at the Stacks. Something must be wrong. . .

She-Chant: That Chant, foiled our plans again! We didn't get a chance to talk to Toxic Bob, to invite him into the Injustice Reality Gang. . .

Bundy Bear: I did.

MM: Well, Toxic Bob couldn't have gotten too far. . .

SC: Great, but how do we find him?

MM: Just follow the trail of unconscious Greeks, I guess. . .

BB: *cough* *cough* Struth, are you two, deaf or somethin'. I just told you I've already invited Toxic Bob into the IRG.

MM & SC: [whaaaa!] wha!?!. . . when!?!. . . how!?! [eh?]

BB: Well while the cops & the JLR, were dealing with all the Chants & Amazonian Librarians, I walked up to Toxic Bob and asked him.

MM: But how!?! Everyone else who goes near him, falls unconscious. . .

BB: :lol: Mate! Remember I used to work for Coca-Cola and Bunderberg Rum! After working with all them chemicals, me snozer [taps nose] can deal with anythin'.

MM: Marvellous! [mwah hwah haa] But, um, what did he say?

BB: He said, he had some personal business to take care of first, then he be 'round as soon as possible

*knock* *knock*

BB: That's probably him now. I'll just go let him in. . .

[Bundy Bear goes to open door]

SC: No! Wait! [whaaaa!]

[Bundy Bear opens door]

BB: Bob! Buddy! Come on in Cobber!

Toxic Bob [carrying an unconscious Chant]: Th-th-thanks J-j-ja-j-j-Jack!

*thud* *thud* *thudthud* *thud* *thud* [Mr. Misinformation, She-Chant and the reamaining Amazonian Librarians fall unconsciouous]

TB: W-w-wa-w-was it s-s-so-s-something I-i-i-i s-s-s-sa-s-said?

BB: Naaa. Don't worry 'bout it buddy. They'll get used to it :) Would ya like a Bundy & Coke?

TB: B-b-b-b-be-b-b-better n-n-no-n-not, th-th-th-thanks

BB: Mate, relax. No interviews here! Welcome to the Injustice Reality Gang :)

TB: Excellent! [mwah hwah haa] *thud* [Toxic Bob drops Chant on the floor]