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"Yes and no," Esper said, turning upside down. "What wasn't normal yesterday can be normal today. All depends on perspective!"

Mew poked their head up and waved. They went back to rolling around in Barky's floof.

Mew had wandered away from boring old Nero. They spotted God-butt and their, well, godly pelt. They popped down on their back to bury themselves in Barky's fur. Way softer than Nero's.

"Yeah, that sounds like the Team Skull I'm familiar with," Nero said. "But in my world they died to Yveltal and Dark Matter."

From the Diyem/Brisa Infirmary scene, we have Diyem's brilliant plan...

"I would presume that you would need a resume and recommendations," Nero deadpanned.

"Entertainment?" Nero thought it worth a guess.

Bahamut sighed. This familiar hadn't been around long, had he? "It won't work, Owen Seven. Joule's neutralizing aura would make it impossible for us to escape, even with orbs. The aura's strong enough to cancel out Maple's portals." He pointed out a window. "There's a reason the city's time is...

"Well, the matter of actually damaging Joule will have to fall to those who actually attack." Bahamut sat on his haunches. "All I'll be good for here is healing, as per usual. But if you want a weak spot... that would be between Joule's eyes. That's where my brain prism dwells in that form, so...

Humans are weird, Nero thought. Mew continued purring atop the other silvally's helmet.

"I have Magic Coat." Bahamut shrugged. "The team could literally fit behind me, but these battles don't seem to work that way." He smirked. "Guess that means we just have to run up the inventory tab."

"I'm pretty sure between the lot of us, we have people capable of using Mist and Heal Bell," Bahamut said.

"Look, I know this isn't going to be easy to stomach, but it has to happen," Bahamut said. "You of all people know how powerful he is left unchecked. And we literally have not been able to purify anyone without kicking their teeth in first."

"Yeah. How would Team Skull have been able to hire a human, anyway?" Nero shrugged. "Curious that they're actually still alive here."

"Not really sure. Lost count after the twentieth." Esper shrugged. "Never was good at math. Numbers are hard."

"That is why we have to fight him... and why you have to call to him," Bahamut said. "We can serve as targets. Clear, tangible sources for Joule to direct his unrestrained fury toward. I believe that if we attack, he is more likely to focus on us than on his surroundings." He paused. "It's a...

"Planet Kolestrol! Their whole world was deep fried," Esper chirped. After a beat, he added, "The average lifespan there was very short but, hey, what can you do?"

"Kecleon, huh? Fitting," Nero mused. "Mew?" They lifted their head up from the helmet, then promptly lowered it. Nero figured they didn't really care. He wasn't even sure if Mew needed sleep.

"I have not spontaneously turned into birdseed, little one," Bahamut deadpanned.

"We won't." Bahamut smirked. "This lot is too determined for failure."