After the fall of King Michael Mascot, the Licensium Council has gathered to discuss the situation at hand.
Loud arguments are thrown around the room by various high-ranking individuals of the Licensium Empire...
"Now 'old on, erryone!" 'Arry Pottah says in his nauseatingly British accent. "We need ta hurry this tea party before those CLOans try another bloody coup! We already lost our king, we can't afford another blow to our morale!"
A couple of the council's members try to voice their disagreement, but they're quickly interrupted.
"Without a leader, we're bloody doomed! Those sods from the Negabloktrix' Court will 'ave our heads on a cheap lead-painted platter! If we don't summon her, our power over the Brikverse will crumble to nothin'!"
Everyone slowly comes to an agreement.
"Alright then, chaps! Let's begin the ritua-"
The meeting is interrupted by a loud commotion outside and a voice yells out to the council members.
"GOOD EVENING, BUTTMAN AND FRIENDS!"
The caped crusader groans. "Not this douchecanoe..."
"Riddle me this, BUTTMAN...When is a CLOan not a CLOan?"
"I don't care about your stupid puzzles, Puzzler! Can't you see I'm busy?!"
"Who's that, Buttman? Your ex-boyfriend?"
"Don't you have a dead reboot to star in?"
"Low blow, man."
And so begins a 13 vs 13 Hero battle, which will surely be thrilling and totally not a series of constantly failed heroic feats.
