"You two aren't responsible for this, are you?" a voice asked from above Sloth and Cream Pye.
Sloth, who was faced with Cream and backing the stranger, smirked. "See? I told you so?"
Sloth turned and looked up to see a man in long red coat and a white mask that covered his face.
"Oh!" he said excitedly, like a person who had seen an old close friend.
Sloth clapped. "You must be White!" he said, pointing at the levitating man.
"I have heard a lot about you, you know?" he continued, "So glad that we could bump into each other."
White stayed silent.
Sloth's behaviour was bizarre for someone that he was possibly going to fight any moment from now.
"How about we chat—"
BAM!
Before Sloth could finish speaking, a disastrous kick struck him right in the face, throwing him through kiosks, metals and just about anything that blocked his path, up to a hundred metres.
