"Good job, everyone." Robbie said over the Bunker's speaker system. "Please prepare to return to your respective Universes once I deactive the system, effectively closing down the portals. I'll send you the specific signatures and coordinates." A loud and cheerful "Affirmative." could be heard from multiple throats, followed by quick footsteps. [...]
"Well, then..." Rob turned back to the Big Bad who was still caught in his ice cage. "Any last words before I inform the local Authorities that they now may collect the pieces of what's left of you guys?" The Boss spat out despisingly and yelled: "Go to Hell, and back! I have
nothing to say to you! Now, if it only wasn't for you *BLEEP*ing meddling kids..." From there, the man's speech degenerated into a plethora of profanties which made Mercury cringe and blush heavily. "S-stop it, Sir!" she whined. "You are nothing but a mean-spirited, ill-educated, vulgar and impolite person. You should be ashamed!" - "Hey, hey, easy now." Robbie took her gently by her shoulder. "Calm down. Scum like that isn't even worth the fuzz. Just close your eyes, take a deep breath and say something to yourself along the lines of 'La la la, I can't hear you, I don't listen. You can't insult me, you can't intimidate me.'" She sighed audibly and answered: "Okay, I'll give it a try." They turned around and got ready to leave, when the Captain interrupted: "
One last question: Could it be - for any reason - that the two of you - you and that smurf-scalp with the tomato face - are... Lovers or something?" Now this had the kettle finally boiling over for poor Mercury. "Uh-oh. I'm outta here..." An alarmed Robbie decided to turn his tail and run away as fast as he could.
"Shut up, already!" the uncharacteristically enraged Bluenette screamed. "Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up! Just! Shut! Your! Stupid! Hole!" She raised her right hand and clogged the Sucker's potty mouth with another chunk of ice. Then she angrily turned around on her heels and hastily walked away. She stopped for a moment, taking a short glimpse at the various alternate versions of herself in these windows/monitors to different dimensions and realities, somewhat similar to one of those crazy mirror cabinets at the fairs. However, she couldn't decide who that rather strange, sickly pale-looking, bald-headed chick with the glowing red eyes in a semi-transparent, seductiveley high cut-out evening gown was and where to put her (I'm looking at you, Pusakuronu!

), or that curly Redhead in a floating wheelchair, or... "Are you gonna take roots in there, or what?", her thoughts got interrupted. "We gotta go now." - "Y-yes, I'm coming!" she shouted, and off she went...