Boomer scoffed a little. "I know your old man too, does that make you a scientist? Besides, the chimp may be my father, but he ain't my dad. You girls got a guy who's both, so maybe you don't know this, but not every guy who creates you in a bowl is someone to look up to. Remember a few years back when Mojo and HIM were fighting for me and my brothers? They weren't trying to take us in and raise us, not that we would have let 'em back then. They wanted tools. If we hadn't just ditched 'em both, we'd have been free henchmen for whatever stupid scheme they pulled outta their butts. When me, Brick and Butch realized that, we said to hell with both of 'em." Was Boomer actually convincing himself to abort the plan as he went? Jeez, maybe he really was the dumb one.<br/><br/>He noticed her expression and how different it was from the Bubbles he remembered. He was a little ashamed to catch himself thinking how he would rather see that inhumanly cheery smile on her face than this look of indecision and worry. After convincing himself it was because this was not the right face for someone to show a person they considered an enemy, he sighed and stopped coming toward her, making sure to stop within arm's reach. Briefly, he considered putting a hand on her shoulder, but didn't since she may feel cornered by it or take it as a threat. He also noticed how unsure she was of her own words. There may be a part of her that wanted to accept that people change, even those made of hair, snails and dog limbs. Lucky him.<br/><br/>"If we're going just by the past, I shouldn't trust you, either. Hell, you killed me once! I'm willing to let go of that. Don't tell me I've become more compassionate than Bubbles." He smirked a little at that. For as much as she used to exhibit it, Bubbles must have prided herself at least a tiny bit on being so nice to everything, monsters and villains aside.<br/><br/>Butch checked his watch yet again, tapping his toes so rapidly, they made a blur of black leather and tiny sonic booms. He was getting bored watching old people come into the shop for their weird oldies tapes and their questionable newer music. "Where the hell is she!? Is tryin' to piss me off or what!? Ugh, I don't have time for this!!" He flew off, aimlessly despite his claims of being short on time. He scanned the city for green light, explosions, the sound of a colossus hitting the pavement in a wet splat or any of Buttercup's other audible trademarks. He tried listening for her, getting angrier and angrier with each degree he turned his head without finding her. What was her problem, not showing herself? Finally, he caught something. Sounded like Buttercup, as she sounded on the news as of late....in a fight! "Now we're talkin'," Butch exclaimed, streaking toward the sound.<br/><br/>Slowing down as he got close to the origin of the sounds was for pussies. Butch simply stopped suddenly on the roof looking down into the hole. He started to call Buttercup out before realizing that this would both ruin the job and the scene below him. It was definitely his target, but she was pinned down by some schoolgirl. Another Powerpuff? The other girl wasn't exactly being sisterly. Who the hell was this who seemed to be overpowering Buttercup so easily? Butch stayed quiet and observed the girls, as well as a strange feeling just below his belt.