La Machine: Australia! Not again?

Britannica: It’s OK La. You’ll all be going via bathroom sink cupboard this time.

LM: Can’t wait.

We find ourselves in the meeting room of The Estate of Justice, 1274a Butterchurn Way, Pennsylvania - headquarters of the Justice League of Reality. We are privy to the assemblage of the RKMB’s mightiest heroes (well OK if you don’t include the Penultimate MBL or Vanguard International heroes, the JLR are sort of right up there too…sort of…).

That’s right - its time for the JLR’s monthly meeting. Present are:
  • Ace
  • Britannica
  • Cowgirl Jack
  • La Machine
  • Midnight Spectre 2.0
  • Registered Member #552
  • Wednesday
    and
  • Di Bat Pho (the JLR’s part-time member)


RM552: [holding a gavel in his hand] Speaking of waiting… great news and all Britannica… however, as Chairman of the JLR, I have to call this meeting to order... [RM552 goes to bang his gavel on the desk]

Brit: Just one moment please RM552. If you don’t mind, Di and I have one more announcement to make.

RM552: [placing the gavel on the table, RM552 plonks his elbow on the desk and leans on his chin] Sure, why not?…go right ahead…be my guest….

Brit: Ta! But actually Di had better make it [Britannica turns to his fiancé, gives her a smile, then a little giggle]

DBP: [returning Britannica’s smile and giggle] No. No. You should ask.

Brit: Nonsense dearest. Don’t be silly. It would be better if you asked. I insist.

DBP: If you are sure my love?

RM552: Yes he’s bloody well sure! Just hurry up and ask the question!

JLR:

RM552: What I meant to say was… Yes… Di Bat Pho. Please, do ask the question. Please?

DBP: um, Thank you. [DBP turns to Cowgirl Jack] Cowgirl Jack, I would be most honoured if you would consider being my Chief…
Cowgirl Jack leaps from her seat and races towards DBP…
DBP: …Bridesmaid?
Cowgirl Jack: […CJ grabs hold of DBP’s arm…] ofcourseiwillithoughtyouwouldneverasknowwehave
gotlotstodoandcatchupondressesshoesflowersnottomentionorganisingthebacheloretteparty! […and whisks her towards the door]
RM552: Hey!
DBP: But I really did not want a bachelorette party.
CJ: Nonsense. It’s tradition.
RM552: What about the…
*SLAM*
RM552: …meeting?

Ace: I’d say that was a yes.

JLR – except RM552:

RM552: [picking up his gavel again] OK. Now. If there are no longer any more interruptions… or discussions about weddings… as Chairman, I now call this meeting of the JLR to order! [goes to bang his gavel on the desk again]

Wed: Hang on!

RM552: Gggggg [jumps to his feet and starts to shake violently] WHAT!?! What can be more important than MY meeting!?! I am the one true Monarch of Doesntreallyexistia! In fact! Not only was I Monarch in MY Hypertime reality, I am also Monarch in THIS reality! Meaning I am TWICE the Monarch that those hacks Registered Member# 16603 and RM552.5 were! So! I demand respect! No… I demand obedience… Yes! I demand obedience!

LM: [Leaning towards Ace and whispering] I think I know why the Doesntreallyexistian’s ditched him as their King the first time...
Ace: [whispering back] Do ya think?

RM552: I heard that! Now KNEEL!

LM: Who’s Neil?
Ace: Beat’s me?

RM552: Now! As your one true Chairman, I, King Registered Member #552, am now going to call this meeting of the JLR to order! And you will obey me in all things and at all time….

Midnight Spectre 2.0, who has been sitting calmly next to RM552 all this time, looks up at his team-mate. He turns his fist into a lotus-claw, which rapidly connects with the Monarch’s chin…

*wham*

RM552: Oh… Thanks Midnight. I needed that.

MS2: [once more sitting serenely, as though he hadn’t moved] Don’t mention it.

RM552: Sorry Wednesday. You were saying?

Wed: uh, yeah, no problem… Actually I had a question for Britannica.

Brit: Oh? Sure. Ask away my friend.

Wed: Well if CJ is Di Bat Pho’s Chief Bridesmaid…

Brit: Yes…?

Wed: Which one of us is going to be your Best Man?

Ace, LM, MS2 & RM552: Heey… Yeeaah? [The JLR all turn and look at Britannica]

Brit:

To be continued…