Pseudo quirked a brow. "But you're missing an arm..." "well boss, I went in the IGS, but it only replated me, no new arm." Necronimus stated. Pseudo folded his arms. "But ehat about Ratch?" "Here I am, boss." Ratch called as he stepped through the portal. The demon crossed his arms and continued. "Ok, Now you two patrol the outside and feel free to eliminate anyone." "Yes Sir!" the robots saluted, running off. The Twiighter lingered for a moment, then vanished.
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It was night time. The casino was decked with all kinds of neon lights and Pseudo flickered into existance outside. Slowly he inhaled the fresh air and ventured inside. A muscled bodybuilder met him. "Hello, Mickey." he said in greeting. The man grunted a reply and lead Pseudo through the lobby. The Twilighter admired the plush red carpet. Mickey lead him to a row of curtains and pushed them aside, waving the demon through an open door. A man sat at a desk inside- more over, the remains of one. All that was left was his eyes, mouth, straw hat, cane, slightly spikey wild hair, and a suit. He rested a disembodied glove on the desk as Havering took a seat. The burly bodybuilder Left for the main doors. "You know, you're the only one to do buissness with me since I went into my 'trade'." the man stated. Pseudo grinned. "You know how to get the goods;why not deal with you?" The man nodded and rested his other hand on the table. Pseudo leaned back. "How much?" "Two million, or I have Mickey beat the snot outta ya and leave ya in an alley." The demon chuckled. "Afred Nsvem, you always make me laugh." "I told you already, it's just the last name." Nsvem growled. Pseudo nodded and set a suitcase on the table. Nsvem pulled it over, then produced a small credit cardlike object in his fingers. Slowly he slid it accross the table. Pseudo grinned as he pocketed the card. "I've never told anyone this, but I prefer to be called 'Padrino' after my favorite song. You have a way back, right?" Alfred nodded. "A voice activated teleporter for me and Mickey. I know the moment you cease to exist in this plane, this place and all of it's people go back where they came from. I do my homework, 'Padrino'. Good doin business with ya." Pseudo smirked and shook hands with Nsvem. "Likewise. See you back on Parallel Earth." And with that he vanished.
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Multex wiped his brow of sweat as he reached the secluded village. A few people stood among the rubble. "Ther's one of them monsters who were here!" One farmer called out. Multex walked forward and replied apologeticly. "I'm...sorry. I...came back to fix the village." he stammered. The man seemed to be studying him for a moment before saying "Git to it." Multex beamed. The farmer snorted. "You 'eard me; Git to work." Multex saluted. "Yes, Sir!" He ran off to the nearby forest to chop some trees with his RF abilities.