What Km-274 R’beqq, of the Reeb’Qu’el nation doesn’t know, of course, is that the Green Villains had summoned his people. Not necessarily his people, of course. The villains didn’t exactly know who or what they were summoning. But they knew that they couldn’t do it alone. That was clear. The sky-living one-percenters wouldn’t give up control gracefully. No, they’d go down before they’d change their ways.
Anxiety had been building for years. It came. It went. Ebb and flow. Always there.
You could see it in the eyes.
People were close, and yet in different universes. Deception was taking over from appearance.
Reality became deliquescent. The writing was on the wall.
Boy was it ever!
Time was running out.
It was time for a change. That good old manifest destiny was about to implode, turning the earth into a black hole of green slime and yes I know that doesn’t make any sense but that’s how it is when destiny is transmuted by an overload of destino particles.
You know what happens when you cross destiny with destino don’t you? It’s like mixing matter with anti-matter, up with down, black with blue, Bonnie with Clyde, AC with DC.
Nothing, that’s what happens. Nothing so loud is sucks the universe right out of itself.
All of which is to say that the Green Villains had a sense of mission. No one else was stepping up to the plate. It was time to save the universe.
And just how did they plan to do that? Can control, my friend, can control.
But that’s a story for another day.