Beatle St. King is given his favorite by Black: Milk.
"You still drink that?" asked Death Leopard.
"Every time I do something wrong, the whole world ignores me. Hell. You love Batman so much the first time you called me out you practically based it on Murray's speech in Joker."
"No, I didn't."
"Yes, you did."
"NO-... *sniff...* I'm sorry."
"You helped me. Why?"
"I... realized... I began sounding like my father."
Beatle just stares at him.
"Why the hell are you staring at me like that?"
Beatle apologized immediately. "Sorry." He looks down. "I stare. It's a part of my condition. Forgive me."
"You shouldn't use your condition as an excuse all the time."
"Then what should I say? 'Sorry. I just stare because I liked what I see, but I clearly don't see anything at that very moment.'"
"You just described a man who becomes blind every now and then."
"Then if you were at my place, what would you say?"
"I'd just apologize and look away."
"And that doesn't bother you? That every day, someone always accuses you that you're doing something wrong? That someone criticizes you all the time and you have NO EXCUSE whatsoever? Soon, people will judge you. Call you names. A creep."
"The world won't adjust for you."
"I know. Then why would I adjust for you? Why can't I just be... me...? What's wrong with that? Hm?"
"Absolutely nothing."
"Hence... Don't ever tell me to adjust for you. I'll adjust as I please."
"Like you did with Black?"
"Black was different... I didn't know what she was playing at. She confuses me."
"She pities you."
"Indeed. Why?"
"Because she loves you. In her own way, at least. Maybe not romantically, before. She feared you. She feared what y-... Who... you are..."
"That makes no sense to me."
"Mmph... Think of it... *sigh...* As Transformers. What do you think you'd feel if you were in one of those movies?"
"I'd have TO LOOK AWESOME!!!"
"Exactly. So?"
"Ohhh... That's how she feels every-... Huh..." said Beatle, facepalming. "Wow, Tyrone! You might be autistic."
"Very endearing, Beatle," said Death Leopard.
"Something's wrong with me," said Beatle.
"Stop saying that. Please... We're getting tired of you saying that. Because you look like a sad, sad puppy."
"Well, I can't. The voices keep telling me that!"
"The... 'voices?'"
"Not LITERALLY! Like... It's like a worm... An earworm! A song playing in your head over and over like a broken record but THAT'S ALL IT SAYS!!! Sometimes it slips out, okay!?"
"I understand."
"I know you all have problems, BUT BOY, I HAVE A LOT MORE-!!!"
"I get it! I'm... sorry all those things happened to you... And that you had to endure... so much... But you have to look at things... um... better than you usually do. Sure, there'd be missteps... We don't understand you, after all... Not all the time... but that's okay! We'll... be supportive. For once."
Beatle smiles. "Are we best buddies yet?"
"Don't ever call us that."
"Nah! Only best buddies talk heart-to-heart like this!" smiled Beatle.
"What about me...?" Sabbath pinches his ear as Beatle grunts.
"Ow! Ow! Ow!" yelled Beatle. "Sorry. You're great, too. And, yes... I... care... about you."
"Say it!" yelled Sabbath.
"I FUCKING LOVE YOU, BITCH!!!" growled Beatle.
"Hahaaaa..." smirked Black.
"WHAT ABOUT ME!!?" yelled Billy.
"AND ME!?!?" asked Gabrielle.
"AND US!?!?" asked Panthera and Green Day.
"Fine. I love you guys, too," said Beatle.
"And us?" asked Slipknot, along with the Slayers, who are carrying flowers and in clown makeup.
"Guys... what the fuck?" asked Beatle.
"Eh... Told 'em you liked clowns," said Death Leopard.
"*GASP!!!* You know me so well!" smiled Beatle.
The scene zooms out, revealing they're all in the jeepney bus being driven by Led Zeppelin.
"Master Sabbath," said Led Zeppelin. "I believe the enemy is inbound."
"Great," sighed Sabbath. "Sweeties?" she turns to the pair.
"What's up," said Beatle and Death Leopard.
"My children, you dolts. Neither of you are quite there yet," said Sabbath.
"Ugh..." said Death Leopard.
"*GASP!!!* Throuples Counseling!" smiled Beatle.
"Hahaha! Alright, bitches!" sneered Sabbath. "CRUSADERS!!! REACH FOR THE STARS!!!"
"Wait, SHE'S your leader?" asked Death Leopard.
"Commander, actually. What? You thought I'd be able to lead these idiots by myself?
Zeppelin. Please stop flipping me off. Keep your eyes on the road."
Rasputin Romanov smiles and dances on the platform that ascends to the sky upon a gigantic pyramid made of debris from various destroyed cities of old. He dances as neon lights shine from below as he dances to the music, baby. He dances and sings to Rasputin by Boney M and makes himself look good. The pyramid rumbles. The smell of Vodka musks the air. The taste of Wintergreen oil could also be detected by their tongues merely by opening their mouths.
"God, that is a lotta Wintergreen," said Green Day.
Rasputin Romanov laughs as he shows off his pectoral muscles by flexing his arms upward. "What is wrong, Crusaders? It seems you are too late!"
"ROMANOV!!!" roared Beatle, leaving the jeep. "I think you're forgetting who I AM!!!"
"Yeah! The durak who GAVE ME THIS POWER!!!" He humps the air. "Ugh! I remember when I did this with Kim J-!"
Beatle blasts at him as the Crusaders battle against Romanov's army of skeletons.
"Behold! My Undead Mother Ruskies, American scums!"
"We're Filipinos, DUMBASS!!!" roared Beatle, decapitating several of them.
Billy and Gabrielle shot at the enemy skeletons, protecting Zeppelin in the jeep.
Zeppelin just politely sat down and drank some tea. "I don't get paid enough for this job..." she said, as one skeleton's brains exploded in her windshield, causing her to sigh out of bitter annoyance. Lamb of God just blasts at them with healing splooge only for him to cower back into the jeep.
Lamb yells. "WHAT THE SHIT ARE THOSE THINGS!?!?"
"Skeletons of the Soviets. They're the resurrected damned warriors of Russia."
"Damned STRAIGHT their DAMNED!!!" yelled Lamb.
"Less yelly, MORE SHOOTY!!!" sneered Gabrielle, killing the Skeletons.
"We shall divide the bone marrow AMONG US!!!" sneered Billy, proceeding to hum the Among Us theme.
"I'm beginning to see their resemblance to your boss," said Lamb.
"One of 'em's adopted."
"Nature vs. nurture, then."
Green Day strangled several Skeletons and with his arms whipped them to pieces.
Meanwhile, Panthera just beats them down, taking out his trusty battle axes as he tears them to pieces.
Slipknot takes out his hammers and crushes their skulls each time he hammers.
Black Sabbath smiles as she grows angel's wings and begins cutting the skeletons down with her bladed wings and tossing blades from her feathers, flicking them like godly ninja stars.
Beatle and Death Leopard turn to Rasputin Romanov.
Romanov is shown blasting beams out of his crotch every time he humped the air. He then blasts at Death Leopard, which Beatle blocks with his stick.
Beatle sneers. "Human shield?" he asked.
"I fucking hate doing that for you," said Death Leopard.
"Oh, right! I'm the physically stronger one here!" laughed Beatle.
Death Leopard sighs. "Not gonna lie. Thank you."
"You're welcome..."
Beatle spins his sticks and confidently blocks all of Rasputin's shots.
Death Leopard sighs as he prepares to shoot.
Then... a flashback occurs within their hearts...
While the younger Death Leopard blocked the hard objects thrown at Beatle, Beatle retaliates by blasting them with a small finger gun he made with a few sticks and a rubberband.
Death Leopard laughs as the roles are now reversed, with now Beatle protecting Death Leopard while Death Leopard prepares either's arsenal.
"Got it..." said Death Leopard. "I call this weapon... The thing-a-ma-jig."
"Good. NOW KILL HIM!!!" smiled Beatle, as Beatle spun out of the way as Death Leopard shot him in the face with a strange blaster he made out of scratch from his broken pieces of armor, blowing Rasputin's brains out.
Beatle smirks as Death Leopard pants in relief.
"Is it over?" asked Death Leopard.
"I dunno," said Beatle, as the pair looked up, seeing a portal.
"What the fuck?" asked Beatle. "You said Rasputin was planning to wipe out North America with a weapon."
"That... is the weapon..." said Death Leopard, as a strange warrior with a triangular helmet land before them. He has armor looking like a power ranger with a samurai mask, black cape, and blades on each arm.
The being stared at them...
They stare back...
"What... the fuck...?" asked Beatle, as the man began walking toward them.
Suddenly, with a trail of red lightning behind him, he zooms toward...