And your entire body except your hands melt. because plasma is beyond the temperature of the sun. and oven mitts protect only your hands. YAY! can we stop fighting now?
*Another Gravity appears.* Great, I only have 998 lives now! Lemme go get my Saiyan armor from the Matriarch.
"You mean that cheap halloween costume? I threw it out. Wasn't worth the carbon fiber it was printed out of."
"You know, the last time he fought a god-tier opponent, they broke an entire galaxy. Time began looping on itself, gravity was reversed, and stars were turned into enormous Goldfish crackers. Trillions died."
"Piece of fek... my koy't translator cannot translate that." "It must not be a real language then. AND DON'T CALL MY DESIGNS FEK!"
I'm not mad. I honestly don't care what your friend is saying. Alice is just ticked that technology has, as it so often does, failed. Triss is ticked because she designed the translator, and she doesn't like it when people insult her tech.
"Wait? You did the goldfish thing? I owe you a big favor then. That saved my life when I was fighting my last 'Arch-nemesis.' Her name is Archrival. Stupid, right?" You are aware that Archrival is currently trapped in a nether plane, and saying her name summons her back... "No. Saying it BACKWARDS summons her back."
