[Flashes of a kingdom gone by. A mystical fighter. A mechanics garage with familiar inventions. A pig. A castle torture chamber. A young girl. Animated machines. Chant. Running. Sweat dripping from his forehead. A flash as a driveway swings into his field of view and cracks his skull. Confusion. A '74 silver Chevy van. . . BAMMM! ! ! ]

Registered Member: AAAAAAAAAHHHH! ! !

Young Girl: Aaaahhhhh! !!!

Zombitannica: Uuuuughh. ..

*slap!* [Fused slaps Registered Member across the face]

Registered Member: Ow! 'The hell did you do that for?!?!?

Fused: I dunno people usually slap people in the face when they want em to stop screaming. ..

Registered Member: Not in real life you idiot!

*slap!* [SpandexMonkeyMan slaps the young girl across the face]

Young Girl: Ow!

Centurian/Kolan: She already stopped screaming you jerk!

*slap!* [The young girl slaps SpandexMonkeyMan across the face]

*slap!* [Centurian/Kolan slaps SpandexMonkeyMan across the face]

*slap!* [Stupid Dogg slaps SpandexMonkeyMan across the face]. . .*slap!*

Registered Member: Guys! Cut it out! I remember!

Hybrid: Your memory? It's back?

Registered Member: Kinda, Im a little shakey. That girls light did something. . . fixed something, but its still a bit fuzzy. Gimme a sec to collect myself.

Stupid Dogg: That green light. Lemme guess. Healing aura?

Wednesday: The cuts on my face from shaving this morning are gone. . .

Fused: My sore back is feelin a bit better, but I did just eat a buncha painkillers. . .

SpandexMonkeyMan: It must heal memory loss too. Too bad it doesn't heal bad writing because this is all way too stupid.

Young Girl: The name. . . Chant. It just triggered something. Something horrible.

Centurian/Kolan: Its ok. You're with the JLR. We're superheroes.

Young Girl: Aah!

[The girl recoils and runs behind Fused and grips his vest]

Registered Member: I know I know you. I know I've seen you. . . Why is Britannica a zombie?

Wednesday: Better question is, why is he still a zombie?

Fused: Ya a healing aura blasts the room and the rotting corpse gets no love. Drag.

Zombitannica: Uuuuughh. ..

Stupid Dogg: RM, start with what you do remember.

Registered Member: Ok. I'm in Chant's castle. Don't know how I got there. But there are machines, bi-pedal, not robots like The Time Trust. . .

The Time Trust: Im- -

Stupid Dogg: He's an android.

The Time Trust:

Registered Member: There were ones that walk on little stickly legs, roller bots, that girl in a cage. . .all kinds of stuff. Chant's up to something. Something big.

*knock knock knock*

Fused: I got it.

[A letter falls from the mail slot into the living room by the JLR's front door]

Fused: It's not addressed. ..

[He opens the envelope and unfolds the letter that reads a large fonted word: Boom.]

Registered Member: Wait.

BOOOOMM! ! !

[Fused's body flails across the room like a ragdoll and crashes into a wallmirror smashing it into thousands of shards. He lands on the glass-covered carpet on the back of his neck and right shoulder. Enter 2 robo-droids clad in navy blue shorts and caps with light blue button up collared t-shirts. Each robot carries a brown mail bag slung over their shoulder. The young girl's eyes widen in terror]

Mail Droid 1: The target is acquired.

The Time Trust: Bri- -

SpandexMonkeyMan: Britannica! What do we do?

Zombitannica: <grunt>

Wednesday: What?? This is preposterous. JLR! Assemble! !

[One droid snatches the young girl by the arm and jerks her up from the ground like a parent would a young child in anger. A small pop can be heard]

Centurian/Kolan: Bastards!

[The barbarian man runs toward the bot that is wrenching the young girl about but is he is haulted when the other strafes between the two and hurls a brown package into Centurian/Kolan's arms]

BOOOOMM! ! !

[The barbarian is then launched into the air and quickly stops by the crushing force of the ceiling. He collapses on the floor from the 12 foot drop and plaster chips fall upon him]

Mail Droid 2: Return the target to the MailMaster.

[Jets fire from the back of the droid holding the girl but its ankle is snared by a grappling hook. A hook line attached to an oversized Super-Soaker cannon.]

Stupid Dogg: Oh no ya don't!

[Hybrid jumps in front of the 2nd Mail Droid and strikes a boxers defensive pose scaling himself in armadillo hide. There is no package thrown. The droid instead picks up Hybrid by the throat crushing what little protection the armadillo skin can provide. Suddenly. . .]

*shink! shink! shink!*

[3 bladed playing cards cut into the droids head as fiercly as it did the air to get to it]

Ka-Boom-Boom-Booooom! ! !

[The droids head explodes and Hybrid squints his eyes protecting them from the blast]

Ace: Sorry I'm late, guys! Been busy with some stuff. . .

[The robot that was airborne lands back to the ground with snare still attached and drops the girl. It then turns his head towards the card-carrying hero. It slaps away 2 cards that is thrown at it then surveys the area for the carnage to ensue]