"What do you two think you're doing?" A voice asked from behind the pair.
"GAHHHH!!!!!!!!" they screamed in unison, surprised at the interruption.
"Skittish, huh?" Grimm plopped down beside the pair and popped open a Guinness, offering a can to the others.
"I hate it when he does that. . ." Mick said, attempting to slow down his heart rate.
"He knows, that's why he does it. . ." Pro rolled his eyes and lit another smoke. "How ya doing, Certain Doom? What's with the dramatic appearance?"
"Yeah, how did you get here? I thought everything was gone but us?"
Grimm took a swig of his beer and swallowed, letting out a long sigh. "You two haven't just been creating. You've been destroying as well."
Grimm looked at Mick, who tried to avoid looking him in the eye and failed. "Oh. . .right. . ."
"Someone's gotta clean up the messes you've been making." Grimm took another drink, draining the can. He crunched it in his fist and tossed it over his shoulder before opening another.
"Cosmic janitor. Heh." Pro expelled a cloud of smoke.
"That's one way of seeing it." Grimm took another drink as Mick pursed his lips together before belching out a "Grimmmmmmmmm". . . making all three laugh.
"Yeah, it's more fun making the messes. . ." Grimm tossed away the second empty can before reaching into the box for a third. . .
Elsewhen. . .
A pair of gloved fists continued to hammer away at a crystalline prison as cracks splintered and grew. Harder and harder the fists struck until the crystalline wall finally gave way under their assault.
The wall shattered and exploded outward as the occupants burst forth into freedom and unfamiliar surroundings. The leader dropped to his feet, holding his shredded hands up in supplication as his teammates prevented him dropping to the floor.
Chewy Walrus had just punched their way to freedom from the confinement. "TOMB. . ." he managed to stammer out. . ."Let's get funky!"
