"I hear whispers... Whispers of sorrowful men and women whispering constantly within the inner dimensions of my crown..." said the man. "Hay Naku-hu~u~u~u~u~u...." he sighed cool breath.
"Uh..." said Patrick. "Excuse me, sir. But quit being a psycho bitch in my face, yes?"
"Hmhmhmhmhm..." chuckled "Miguel JoJo." "For the power of frost supplements my hunger. Each snowflake has a different dimension staring back at us... A dimension that reflects the discord of our dimension."
"I'm guessing that you're another variant," said Josuke.
"Miguel Alexander JoJo. People call me the Ice Reaper..." he said, as he blew a cloud of ice from his mouth. "Give me the armor. That object is a property of A.R.G.U.S."
"Um... No. Go fuck yourself," said Gumball, sneering.
"Really...?" asked Miguel.
"How old are you? 17? 18? I don't need any dumbed-down kiddie version of Miguel to tell me what to-..."
"ORA!!!"
*SPLAT!!!*
*creeaaaakkk!!!*
A very large light blue Star Platinum swings a heavy punch into his face. Gumball's face then freezes all over into an ice block. He drops to the ground.
