AFRODOK murmured under his breath as he hovered over to the machine. While the machine was doing its work, he asked...
*in a helium high voice* "Say... Do you have a hairstylist here? My afro is in terrible need of a rebonding session."
"We sure do." The gruff guard responded. "But not for scumbags like you. Now come with me." He scowled and was about to lead AFRODOK to the underground holding cells when suddenly, the Fox-Boy appeared in front of them, along with a granny with serious break-dancing skills.
"W-w-w-what's going on?" Damon hid under a desk.
"For the love of... can you stop cowering and be a man for once?!" Arche yelled at him, then turned his attention to the gruff guard.
"Prison Guard... um, sorry, what's your name?" Arche asked him. "Ox" The gruff guard responded simply.
Arche scratched his head. "Seriously...? Huh, anyway, I need you to take AFRODOK to his holding cell, Ox. I'll handle the situation here!"
"Got it!" Ox took AFRODOK's arm and lead him downstairs. Before he closed the door behind him, he turned his head and looked at Arche, saying to him, "You're a good soldier." He then closed the door and continued downstairs to the underground cells.
Arche wondered what he meant by that, but he didn't have time to question it. He ignored the break-dancing granny, and focused his attention to the Py-Loki duplicate.
"So, Fox-Boy, what's your game here? If you're here to break Afro Clown out of prison, I'm sorry to say that's not gonna happen." He stood directly in front of Py-Loki.