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EPISODE 44: The Demonic Metalloid Trio!

"Oh, shit, dawg... Check out these hands! I can shred me open a bad bitch wit' these criminals!"

"The fuck...? Is that the only thing you're hyped about?" Flameron, the fiery, black-platinum bastard forged from the volcanic bowels of metallic hell eyed his frigid kindred Frostbyte like he was crazy as wild batshit. "We rise again and your frosty ass' concerned about your fuckin' steel claws? You narcissistic can-opener..."

"Oh! Oh! What about me?!" Tortartus, a heavy-metaled doofus, happily clapped and bounced like an enormous man-mech-baby. His solid weight quaked the earth. "I'm HUGE!"

"So what! You dumb overgrown turtle! Be more concerned about those massive blast-cannons sitting on your back and focus THAT"—he harshly aimed a burning black nail at the multiversers—"on the sacrifices that have been graciously left behind by our other-worldly kin!"

The devilish trio of metalloids ran their alloy infested mouths of grim light and the multiversers just stood there. Puzzled. Literally.

Hrm... So that's what that feeling was... Ricven thought. A willful fool to neglect the nethric drifts once feeble now full grown, and talking shit, in front of him. He felt their fetal forms when Sentius shoved him into the crater. Strange how he didn't catch on the moment he neared its edge. Weird, indeed.

"Do any of you know who or what we're dealing with aside from the obvious?" Chip started.

A doubtful Deo shrugged. "Uh... I got nothing."

"A trio of dumbass demons trapped in metal, actually," said Fae. It was absolutely safe to say that everyone at this point thought similar to Fae more than they may have at first with Deo.

Flameron whirled his torched metal skull back at the squad and shot his poltergeist glare at Fae. "The fuck you say—you pint-sized sparkly bitch?!" Fae blinked an odd glare and cocked her head back—Ricven's whole face amusingly lit up. "Backtrack your little-ass glossy lips and come again. I'm the smartest of the three and the dumbest is the cold pile of stupid right here!" He directed a thorn-like thumb towards Frostbyte, who, like a conceited bucket of scrap metal, was still checking his cold-self out. "Second dumbest being numb-nuts in the back!"

Tortartus groaned a deep and appalled "Hey!"

"Apologies. Freezer here's the third dumbest. The big one has his smart moments, but don't let that distract you from the real danger at hand! We're BACK to fuck your shit up."

Lost as to who the demon-infused robots were Cornelius checked for the others' expression on this. He just couldn't figure them out. Nor could Ricven. Surprisingly. "Anyone?"

Wickels shook his head. "Nope."

Ricven scratched his scalp. Totally stumped. Oh, man... Empty in the memory banks with this one, folks. Gonna have to skip rocks on the flashback memory monologue session and let this ride, see where it goes. "Hm. Can't say that I've run up on one before. There was the Omega..." But they were not the Omega. Not by a long shot. He cast his eyes above, hoping their lethal little demon-eater half-naked in black could aid them in this zanny lost episode recap. "HANAKIN?!"

The savage barbarian-looking woman shrugged.

Throughout the struggle of memory, the tree demons realized their return was poorly received. This hit them in the fiendish feels. They recognized them and all of their crossed paths and hectic encounters. But the multiversers... Yeah. They couldn't recall a single episode. And if these metallic monsters could shed a tear (it'd probably be oil or some other vile fluid) the waterworks would ensue. But it didn't. Because they were sentient machines void of tear ducts. And were evil. Supposedly. They weren't acting evil at this point.