The Nightman heaved a mighty sigh and put away his sword. Taking a look around, he noticed a flurry of feathers, blood, customers, regurgitated field mice, boobs, zombies, vampires, some more boobs, a twice regurgitated field mouse, and a vampire robot clone positioned on all fours attempting to eat the twice regurgitated field mouse.<br/><br/>"HEY!!"<br/><br/>He ran over to the vampire robot clone and pulled a rolled up newspaper from the infinity portal in his arm, and bopped him on the nose.<br/><br/>"Hey. Stop."<br/><br/>And bopped him again.<br/><br/>"Stop it. That's not food. Nnnnnnnoo."<br/><br/>It took of to presumably go eat something elsewhere and lick up blood like the rest of the vampire robot clones, atleast they served some purpose. As opposed to Horror who was still reading the newspaper and waiting on his salad...which may or may not be covered in field mice and bird feces at this point, if the waitress survived Sark.<br/><br/>The Nightman sauntered over to the PA system by the cash registered and made an announcement.<br/><br/>"Welcome welcome, slaves, patrons, and partners of the Project Midnight Whooter Base....now with 100% less Whooters and three times as many vomited rats!"<br/><br/>Umm sir they aren't rats they ar....y...yes...I am sorry. I...no..Hey watch it! Oh great you threw the microphone at me. GOOD LUCK MAKING YOUR ANNOUNCEMENT NOW.....sir.<br/><br/>"Ahem. As I was saying. WELCOME. HERE. TO OUR PLACE. THAT WE HAVE INFILTRATED. Now that we have an established base next to the enemy, I am going to go spy on them. Deuces."<br/><br/>The Nightman walked around the corner and into an alley that served as a pathway between the two buildings. He opened up the infinity portal in his arm and placed it against the brick wall of the Storm Riders hideout, and consuming a small brick towards the floor. He peered through and attempted to eavesdrop.<br/><br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>The Dayman ran over to Vespi and grabbed onto her shoulders.<br/><br/>"Interference? Distraction?"<br/><br/>He stood up on a table near Vespi and began to strip.<br/><br/>"These plebes can't even spell interference OR distraction. Me? Well I can afford not to know how to spell them, my narrator does that for me because I am royalty. It is the transitive property of narration! I know what he knows and he knows what I do. Therefore I can spell interference and distraction, which royalty most certainly is. It is in the name! Look at this body. Look how it glistens. How it sparkles and demands attention. This codpiece...it draws the eyes from miles around, and even some blind people! Now."<br/><br/>The Dayman hopped off the table and seated himself in his codpiece go kart.<br/><br/>"No distraction would be complete without a race through the city. Breaking things as we go. Organized anarchaic chaos! The true royal way! Whose with me!"<br/><br/>Stratus jumped from his bar stool all the way to his bike and rev'd the engine.<br/><br/>"Alright old man, and if I win. You give me that beer."<br/><br/>The Dayman turned on the codpiece go kart and exhausted filled the bar.<br/><br/>"Deal, you shall have your alcohol welfare if you can break more than I can, and win the race."<br/><br/>He reached down to his radio turned it on, and cranked the volume. A particularly potent form of dubstep began echo through the bar, although hindered a bit from all the exhausted, and sounded like an electronic mash up of shattering glass and burning buildings atop a man screaming "Kristallnacht" every few seconds.<br/><br/>The Dayman shook his head and turned the music off.<br/><br/>"Now that's just inappropriate, poor people in this country are quite strange.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>The Nightman fell backwards as exhaust wafted into his face and created racoon eyes around his evil clone face. He ran back to the Whooters, busted through the door and yell:<br/><br/>"SADDLE UP BOYS. IT'S TIME WE HAD A LITTLE RACE."