Sometime later, in the control room of doom on Chant's Helicarrier.
Biz Money: Bosom Buddies!
Postal Robot #875: That is correct. *sigh*
Postal Demon #487: Dammit! You're like an unstoppable force of pop culture knowledge!! And I'm not just saying that because you're curbstomping us in Trivial Pursuit Pop Culture. I'm also saying it because you can erase me from existence.
Biz: *blushing* Ah, c'mon. Stop it. It's still close! I mean, you guys are only like three wedges away from tying this thing up!
Postal Robot #232: Supreme Commander of Epic Coolness, your Highness.
Biz: *throwing down the dice in anger* You forgot Lord of Awesome!
Postal Robot #232: *cowering in fear* On the radar, a massive blip as appeared.
Biz: What?
Postal Robot #232: Look there! Looks like... a barn?
Biz: Oh. Oh, dear.
The Farmhouse of Justice is now in orbit around the Earth. Its newly added plasma beams are firing on Chant's Space Helicarrier.
Kaz: I love epic space battles as much as the next guy but how do we get over there to lay the beat down?
Brittanica Online: I think I can build a teleportation device based on a theory that folds space and time onto itself but if I do it wrong we'll end up in a pocket dimension.
Fused: Well, fuck that.
Ace: There's no time! The Farmhouse can't stand up to Chant's Helicarrier.
SMM: Can't something just shoot us over there? Like... a torpedo?
Jade Starlight: Yeah, just present the torpedo as a gift! It'll be like a Trojan torpedo!
Kaz/Fused/Ace: Uh....
Brit-O: Brilliant! We'll take the explosives out of a torpedo and we'll all ride it over!
Jade: Insert and ride the Trojan Torpedo!!!
Moments later....
Jade carefully stuffs the JLR in one by one as each member moans in slight discomfort yet odd arousal. She blasts them off and the torpedo sails across the star speckled scape.
Ace: So much for lubin' up first.
Kaz: Whose idea was this again? I think I just stepped in donkey shit.
Buttercup: Actually, that's mine.
Fused: Man, 'the hell did we bring the A.S.K. Force with us?
Brit-O: We need all the help we can get, now settle down! We're almost there.
Meanwhile, on the helicarrier...
Postal Demon #232: Sir, they've fired a torpedo!
Biz: Fire the anti-torpedo torpedo!
Back in the Trojan Torpedo...
SMM: They've fired an anti-torpedo torpedo! We're doomed!
Fused: This fucking sucks.
Esmarelda: You said it, brother.
Fused: 
Brit-O: No worries! *into his communicator* Jade, fire the anti-anti-torpedo-torpedo torpedo!
SMM: Aren't they all just torpedos?
After a rocky ride, the JLR's Trojan Torpedo slams into the Control Room of Doom. The JLR and the A.S.K. Force leap into action in front of a stunned Biz.
SMM: Right, folks. Get it together. JLR ASS- -
Napoleon: HEE-HAWWW!!
BRIT-O: Fall in line! JLR ASSEMBLE!
SMM: 
The JLR start to kick various Postal Demon and Robot ass while Biz tries to remove them all from reality but fails.
Biz: It would seem that my omnipotence is overshadowed only by my charmingness! Who can withstand infinitely charming omipresent omnipotence???
And with a simple gesture Biz Money waves his hand. . .
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Meanwhile on the a peace-loving planet of Asparagus people. . .
Azperoso: Hotter today then usual, eh? Somethings blocking the sun.
Callie Floura-9: That a flaming comet?
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Biz: Okay, I clearly can't figure out this whole omnipresence thing. I need a.... a way to control it. Wait!
Biz blinks a computer desk into existence. It's a pretty sweet setup. He quickly sits down and starts messing with the code of reality like it were a MMORPG.
Biz: Dammit! I can't create anymore mass in this reality. I need to open up some character slots. Ah! I got it. These three? Who needs 'em? DELETED!!
Buttercup, Napolean and Esmeralda blink out of existence.
Brit-O: Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!
Biz: Now, let's jazz this up a bit.
Biz boots up City of Villains.
Suddenly, three new foes turn to face the JLR. Laser Scar, a commando and warrior with a wicked scar, naturally from a laser. Electric Lizard, reptile controller of the digital world. And Lunatic Fist... a crazy asskicker.
SMM: Brit, Ace you handle whoever's got the sock. Leave these guys to me and da boyz.
SMM leaps into stretchy action as a electric bolt narrowly missed him from the Electric Lizard's claws. Fused powered up his sonic arm to blast Laser Scar. Kaz and Lunatic Fist faced off, feeling each other out for weaknesses for an ensuing beatdown.
Meanwhile, Brit races across the control room, knocking Postal Bots out of his way and slams into Biz. Ace drops into a dramatic pose and pulls out a Jack a' spades!
Ace: C'mon super sock power, don't fail me now!!
Once again, Ace creates an uber card and lets it fly. It slices the MMORPG computer in half. Diagonally.
Behind him, Kaz decks Lunatic Fist to the floor.
Kaz: Dude, Diagonally!!
The MMOPRG computer crackles with mini-lightning bolts. The JLR and Biz cover their eyes as the computer reaches critical mass and explodes.
The world burns to white. . .
