Despite the killing intent buried safely under his skin, Boomer couldn't help a little laugh as he saw Bubbles blatantly hiding something in her shirt. Another incentive for him to remove it from her. As he came inside, he took a look around to keep the illusion of being interested in her. His glance went up to that picture above her bed. It reminded him of that day she and her sisters had murdered him and his brothers. So easy to blast her while she closed a drawer...So easy..!! his eyes glowed a dark denim blue and...<br/><br/>...suddenly went normal again. It was that rabbit again. Even if it was put on, that face she'd made reminded him of that rabbit! "You know, I almost didn't recognize you before without your trademark pigtails. Why the change of style?"<br/><br/>Mojo Jojo's bored eyes followed HIM around the room as he floated and taunted and gloated and occasionally broke that sexually ambiguous voice for a deeper one that fit his reputation better. He would sigh and clean his ears, knowing HE would give him no chance to speak again. It never clicked with him, but Mojo must now have felt like others did when he spoke to them. The closest HE came to getting Mojo to lose his cool was calling him no artist. That one stung, but Mojo shrugged it off. What did HE know?<br/><br/>Mojo on the other hand knew plenty. Like why Townsville had been without HIM for so long. That despite all his posturing and yelling, HE was just as concerned about the Powerpuff Girls as Mojo was. If HE wanted to complete his supposed control over Earth, he would have to defeat the girls first, and HE was worried. For all his influence exerted over mortals, he seemed no more capable of dealing with superheroes than before.<br/><br/>Knowing HE was still watching, Mojo said to himself and to HIM "Next time you come here, do not leave my floor covered in glass. I know you are a villain, but this is just rude."