Prometheus smiles, posing with the Trinity. "HELLO, EVERYONE!!! WELCOME TO TONIGHT'S SUMMER PARTY!!! EAT, DRINK, AND PARTY ALL NIGHT!!!"
Outside shows a glimpse of the area. A warm beach at the coastline with beautiful white sand, a warm sun in the sky as bright as ever, people eating various native foods such as BBQ, Lechon, Roast Fish, Roast Mussels, Boiled Lobsters, Boiled Shrimp, Okoy, and Steamed Crab served on tables. The fresh salty ocean breeze fills the air. The waves are calm and show a clear and beautiful light blue ocean. The people there hosting the party are kind, respectful, and friendly, especially the adults. The teenagers and children, albeit rude and ignore the guests, do respectfully stay out of the way of the party-goers.
The people happily eat and drink wine together, partying all about. Duwendes chitter and chatter while they begin speaking with the guests. Nunos sa Punsos use their Bubble Portals to move from one area to another, pranking visitors, even throwing an egg into an old man's face and causing his guests to laugh.
"Ugh...!" Myrmex finishes her rum and slams her head on the table.
"Tough night?" asked the Reaper, beside her, drinking some rice wine.
"My boyfriend's with some other girl..." she sighed.
"Aw...! Poor you," the Reaper said, sarcastically. "Lost and forgotten in time. NO, YOU SHUT UP!!!"
"EXCUSE-!?!? Oh. Those two?" asked Myrmex.
"They just won't stop talking..." sighed the Reaper, grabbing his head. "How're the Revengers doing?"
Their leader, Captain Maharlica, a caped Philippine Superhero with a cape of red and blue and a golden sun on her chest on her white body smiles as she dances to the groove.
"Haven't seen her in a while..." said the Reaper. "What's her deal again?" 207
"She's... somethin'..." sighed Myrmex. "Been with us for years, now... Claims to be some sorta god-like being from a dying planet can you believe it? She was known as some kinda Interdimensional Vigilante. Ended up in our world."
"Hm..." sighed the Reaper. "Are there more?"
"Um..." said Myrmex. "There's Uncle Sam!" she smiled.
"What's his thing?" asked the Reaper. 208
"Yeah. Gotten a little big over the years. But he's immortal! He's a war veteran! Superhero and Super Soldier from the two World Wars!" smiled Myrmex. "Our version of Cyborg Hitler? He killed 'im!"
"Cool... Prometheus did most of the important kills in our world," sighed the Reaper. "And is he drinking Splooge...?"
"What...? No! That's Rice Beer!" smiled Myrmex.
"Thank God. For a second there, I thought Prometheus was serving Fish semen, again," said the Reaper.
"No! Behaving lately, actually! Great improvement, Mr. Reaper!" smiled Myrmex. "Weird that I used to get mad about him for his comments about Mr. Beastark."
"Mechaman, right?" asked the Reaper.
"Yep!" smiled Myrmex.
"Eh... I dunno, kid... Pro's been a real jerk lately."
"Aw! What's wrong?" asked Myrmex. 209
"Well-..."
Miguel teleports between the pair. "Hey, Ate Basille!" smiled Miguel. "Shit... I mean Ate Basille..."
"Mhm... Mhm..." said the Reaper, typing into his laptop.
"Hey, Miguel!" smiled Myrmex.
"And Hello, to you, Mr. Reaper!" smiled Miguel.
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