The thoughts came into Boomer's head as though by his own choice. That fury from before seemed like the old him. Not something he'd never thought before, but not for quite a while. It crashed into his subconscious and broke through. This however flowed in like a gentle river, putting his mind at ease. He was even happy to welcome it in to replace the lingering thoughts about keeping with his mission. He stood up, feeling for the first time that it was on his own two feet. Forget Mojo! The Powerpuff Girls were his enemies, not Boomer's! Mojo's problem, not his! If he wanted them destroyed, he would do it on his own. As of now, he quit! Mojo Jojo could keep his miracle weakness antidote if it meant he would have to live a life if treachery to attain it.<br/><br/>The weight came off his shoulders as though he was being spotted by Heaven. This feeling was way too good to keep to himself. What if he could convince his brothers to give up trying to destroy the girls and just try to make each other happy? They would resist of course but once they saw how he and Bubbles were, they'd give it a chance!<br/><br/>But if he was going to be with Bubbles, wouldn't he have to be honest now? Even about the mission? If she knew he was sent by Mojo Jojo to do that to them, she'd never trust him again. Some of the weight returned and forced him back onto the bed.