Boomer looked blue, both in his choice of clothing and his expression. His employer, Mojo Jojo, had called him a while ago with an ultimatum: carry out his plan to keep Bubbles inactive as a crime-fighter or have the blood of innocents on his hands until they and the rest of him were belittled out of existence. Sure, HIM could probably bring him back again, but what would be the point? He'd only be made to serve again and probably to the same end with more violent methods. At least this way, he could enjoy the act for a little while. He was a stark contrast to the pink decor with paintings of horses and butterflies and other cheery things surrounding him. He had chosen not to go with Bubbles on her fight against evil, as it had interrupted what seemed like it would be a successful attempt to kiss her, but he had also chosen not to go back home or to school.<br/><br/>He didn't know how long he sat on her bed, staring at a stuffed purple octopus with a top hat, but out of the corner of his eye, he could see it getting dark. The boy overheard on the news Professor Utonium was watching that the evil-doer who had called Bubbles away was Fuzzy Lumpkins, which only annoyed him more. That stupid hillbilly bear-thing had no idea what he'd done just to ride around "hootin' and a-hollerin'", as he might put it.