*Okay we talked to the lawyers, no charges have been pressed and everyone's first-person-ing so we'll carry the chain mail on.*
"Hey members of the menage a trois that we call a team. There's trois of us and le twelve of them, I'll take the four consisting of Klaw ripoff, Robo, that guy who keeps rolling his fingers with a non-existant coin inbetween them, the guy with the red and blue gloves who probably has magnetism as a power aaaaand a diet coke. M'kay? Sweet."
I'd be awesome on catchprase, all I ever do is say what I see, and what I don't see, like that ghost, wait I made that up as an excuse for something, what was that for? Oh I drifted off again didn't I? Why do I do that? No! Not drifting off, so where am I? Oh, it appears I'm now in the middle of air blast-er-ising-ing people into a wall, oh right these walls aren't bricks. S#it we're in space! There's no rocks from Earth in space, that's why it's not Earth. Okay so what can I do, I've picked four big, big, big, baddies aaaand I've got nothing to use as a weapon. Think, think, thi- teleporter. Okay I just guide them into the room then we can get Earthbound so I can chuck rocks at them and blow 'em up. Okay fearsome four keep following me. Wow, that was surprisingly easy they just followed me into a room that could've been filled with traps for all they know. Argh I hate teleporting, my hair always goes all Einstein after. I think I picked our location fairly well.
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