"Nope!" the Py-Loki duplicate said, "I'm goin' to Disney World!"
He then vanished in a puff of smoke.
Arche stood there confused.
"What the hell was that about?" He scratched his head.
"Anyway, I should be getting back." He was about to walk out of the station when he noticed Prison Guard Ox walking up the stairs.
"So, how'd it go?" Arche asked.
"That stack of afro is in a nice, dirty cell, where he should be." Ox laughed. "You did good soldier!" He did a "friendly" slap on Arche's back, but Ox's gigantic hand swatting against his spine made him stumble a little.
"Er, yeah... no problem. Why do you keep calling me soldier?" He said rubbing the side of his aching back.
"Ah, haha, sorry about that, son! Don't know my own strength sometimes!" He let out a hearty laugh. "I refer to all people who clean up the crime-filled streets as soldiers."
"I see..." The pain started to die down a bit.
"By the way, where's the rest of your team?" Ox asked.
"Oh, they're on a separate mission from me right now. Fighting robot monkeys or something like that." He chuckled.
Ox shook his head. "Robot monkeys? Boy, what will they think of next..."
"Anyway, I have to get back. I'll see you around when the next baddie comes my way!" Arche grinned and walked outside.
"Alright, I'm ready for beamage!" Arche spoke into the communicator.