Suddenly a bright light centered around the ashen pile that was Ram's body. Green and yellow sparks skittered around the pile, until they all collided in one explosion. After the dust settled, Ram stood with his old body, casually shaking off the loose ash.
He looked at the newcomers with a sheepish (PUN!) grin.
"Sorry about my crew. When you're fishing in the barrel of Heroes to Fight the Greatest Evil to Save All Being-kind, you sometimes don't see the rotten apples till you've picked them out."
Ram then turned to the captain and gave him the sign to get out of this hell-hole(PUN!).
The massive sails were fully unfurled and the oars were extended.
"FORWARD!" the captain cried, his massive voice echoing across the cavern.
After the echoes had died down, the boat remained oddly still.
"WHAT BE THE MEANING OF THIS IDLENESS?!" the captain demanded, heading down into rowing room.
He was stunned to see all the men with picket signs, all demanding for better pay, conditions, etc.
"We have had enough!" the biggest rower said, holding the most prominent sign. "First we sail the massive oceans through monsters and sirens, and now we're riding over lava in some god-forsaken Greek underworld? It's despicable, and we will have no more of it!"
The captain scowled, raising his whip. "Ha! We're immortal, pain has no meaning to us!"
The captain thought for a second, and quickly went back on the deck. He then came back holding Orgazmo by the shoulder. The perverted-powered hero was currently trying (with great success) to procreate with one of the viking's war dogs.
"If you don't row, I'm leaving this freak with you and locking the door."
The rowers looked nervously at each other. Orgazmo, noticing the changed surroundings, looked up and fell in love for the 5004th time. "Hey big boy, you like your lube coconut or strawberry flavored?" he asked the strike-leader with a coy smile.
Several seconds later, above ground in the shattered Arizona....
"Well, I was hoping we could go out through the hole we made, but least we made it through the roof alright!" the captain cheerfully said, slightly swaying from the abrupt trip he just had.
He looked at the newcomers with a sheepish (PUN!) grin.
"Sorry about my crew. When you're fishing in the barrel of Heroes to Fight the Greatest Evil to Save All Being-kind, you sometimes don't see the rotten apples till you've picked them out."
Ram then turned to the captain and gave him the sign to get out of this hell-hole(PUN!).
The massive sails were fully unfurled and the oars were extended.
"FORWARD!" the captain cried, his massive voice echoing across the cavern.
After the echoes had died down, the boat remained oddly still.
"WHAT BE THE MEANING OF THIS IDLENESS?!" the captain demanded, heading down into rowing room.
He was stunned to see all the men with picket signs, all demanding for better pay, conditions, etc.
"We have had enough!" the biggest rower said, holding the most prominent sign. "First we sail the massive oceans through monsters and sirens, and now we're riding over lava in some god-forsaken Greek underworld? It's despicable, and we will have no more of it!"
The captain scowled, raising his whip. "Ha! We're immortal, pain has no meaning to us!"
The captain thought for a second, and quickly went back on the deck. He then came back holding Orgazmo by the shoulder. The perverted-powered hero was currently trying (with great success) to procreate with one of the viking's war dogs.
"If you don't row, I'm leaving this freak with you and locking the door."
The rowers looked nervously at each other. Orgazmo, noticing the changed surroundings, looked up and fell in love for the 5004th time. "Hey big boy, you like your lube coconut or strawberry flavored?" he asked the strike-leader with a coy smile.
Several seconds later, above ground in the shattered Arizona....
"Well, I was hoping we could go out through the hole we made, but least we made it through the roof alright!" the captain cheerfully said, slightly swaying from the abrupt trip he just had.
