Cowgirl Jack: Bathroom break for me. Aquaint the Stick-Guy. I'll be right back.
[Enter Stick Insect-Man]
Stick Insect-Man: Leem Leem! ! ![begins to lick the ice-cream trail]
Wednesday: What did he just say?
Ace: Pretty cool for a Praying-Mantis guy, he's scary enough. . .
RM552: . . . but can he even talk to us? Hello?
Stick Insect-Man: Leem!
Wednesday: Hey! Stick-Man! What-are-your-powers??
[Stick Insect-Man stands on his hind legs and towers over the League.]
Midnight Spectre 2.0: Wait. . . Let's see where he goes with this. . .
[Enter another Stick Insect-Man 30% taller than the present ones height. It becomes mounted by Stick Insect-Man 1 and is furiously humped on the JLR table]
Wednesday: Uhhh...
[During ferocious gyration, the larger Stick Insect-Man turns its head and begins to chomp on the smaller Insect-Man's cranium releasing yellowish viscous fluids from its newly cracked exoskelatal skull]
[Enter Cowgirk Jack]
Cowgirl Jack: What th--fuckin' WHAT??
Ace: Fer crissake Leaguers get them outta here!
JLR:
[Destroys the remaining Stick Insect-Man/Woman]
[Moments Later. . .]
Cowgirl Jack: I am Sooooo not cleaning this up!
RM552: What a disaster. . . I'm about ready to give this day a rest. . .
Ace: No no. . .We really need to get to a set amount of progress, regardless of the results we yield. We can do a few more. . .
Wednesday: Fine fine. Okay. . .[Shakes random fluid off the clipboard] Hero 15! Enter!
[Enter a Vinyl clad hero with black hair and blue eyes. His boots strapped with way too many buckles any boot should have. His darkly-blue hued black leather vest is buttoned tightly up to his collar. His arms appear bionic and robotized adorned with random buttons, knobs and gadgetry. Over his eyes are sunglasses that run with digital code raining down the lenses.]
Midnight Spectre 2.0: Well about time. Looks like a possible hero. What's your name, hero?
Fused: Fused, Sir.
Wednesday: Powers?
Fused: Well. . .one of my powers lie in my technology. See my bionix here? [Blue electric charges fizzle throughout his forearms] When I fire these energy bolts into my enemy it sends them into a system shock. Audio wavelengths are sent to your brain and blaring techno synth-loops render you incapacitaed into a dance frenzy of euphoria! ! !
Ace: Impressive talk, Fused. Let's test your mettle. . .Ceej, 552?
Cowgirl Jack: You got it.
RM552: No Sweat.
Fused: I warn you guys, this is experimental technology and I wouldnt want to hurt you too badly.
Cowgirl Jack: Give it your best, Hotshot.
Fused: You asked for it! Feel the euphoria! ! ! !
[Fused releases a blue charge of electricity onto CJ and RM552 and wailing house music blares from his bionic appendages]
CJ/RM552:
[Fused releases another bolt but his opponents appear unphased]
Fused: Uhm. . . no titillation effect?
Cowgirl Jack: Nope
Fused: Nothing?
Cowgirl Jack: Nada
[RM552 shifts his hip inward and stands akwardly]
Wednesday: RM, do you have a hard-on?
RM552: No! What the fuck are you looking for?
Cowgirl Jack: That's your power? To give Registered Member #552 a boner?
Fused: Listen...It's worked before...I told you it was experimental technology. OK so I have a FEW kinks to work out. Awww. . . fuck.
[Editorial note: minor retcon] 
