Beatle and Prometheus kept on venturing in the snow, beaten by their earlier fight with Diana.

Beatle's nose twitches upon smelling something.

Beatle's eyes widen as he began running toward...

...an old Ferry.

"No, fucking, way... It's a Bangkang Kalenderiya!"

"Sorry, my Tagalog's kinda... Um... No longer functional A.T.M. A what?"

"Eatery Boat. A boat I, myself, helped blueprint in the Philippines! This must be how my family got here!"

"Where to, then?" asked Prometheus.

"We can open a portal to the Philippines from here... But let's camp for now before we... enter territory where we'd most likely well... die."

"Plus my ribs are still broken from that twerp's fisting..." said Prometheus.

"Uh-huh... I almost forgot!" Beatle punches Prometheus in the neck.

Prometheus gags and coughs. "Dude!"

"That was for saying THAT."

"I went through that, too, a-hole!"

"Yeah! Then don't remind me of it. EVER. I spent 800 years broken. You spent 50. We are not the same." Beatle walks into the ferry with Prometheus scoffing and mocking him while mumbling with annoyance.

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The pair enter the ship and see the strange old Ferry and see that there's food nearby.

Beatle opens up some terrible-tasting clearly rotten canned food and bites into it.

"You'd rather eat this than the world's greatest spag?" asked Prometheus, smelling the canned stuff.

"This stuff didn't use to BREATHE a few seconds ago..."

"You got THAT right."

Beatle sighs and keeps eating.

Prometheus is disgusted and sits down. "Y'know, in my world, I was a hero."

"No, you aren't."

"Yeah, yeah... But the Multiverse had heard of you and your efforts to save your world and ours."

"You don't say?"

"Yeah... Well... You're a hero. Everyone's favorite Superman-like character. I'm just... The world forger who couldn't. The enlightener of man who... couldn't."

"Mhm..."

"And here I am... fucking it all up all over again."

"Uh-huh..."

"Can you not be an asshole for once?"

"Can you not be an arrogant jabbering prick for once?"

"You jabber, too."

"Yeah. It's called distracting my enemies. You distract your enemies AND everyone else."

"I got more bitches than you. Thrice the plus-one from yours."

"Ugh... I don't care about that... My purpose-..."

"Oh my God! Shut the fuck up with your Human Rights shit! You're not some kinda humanitarian international org who HAS JACK-SQUAT FOR ANYONE!!!"

"Y'know what's wrong WITH YOU?"

"What!?"

"You envy me because you can't be me."

"Finally admitting you're an arrogant prick?"

"As long as it gets you to SHUT YOUR MOUTH!!! You're an idiot, Prometheus! You will never be able to TAKE CARE OF the Multiverse like you always WANTED!!! You can't even properly TAKE CARE, BARELY FATHER AN ASWANG MUTT!!! And motherFUCKER... You WILL die A FUCKING FAILURE!!! But neither of us would be able to die, because GOD... SAID SO!!! And unlike ME... Who actually stuck with my world and FUCKING SUFFERED for it... YOU DIED... instead of coming back in 3 days, like THE DEAL... YOURAN AWAY AND LOST IT TO AURORA!!! Because YOU'RE A FUCKMOTHERING COWARDLY FAILURE!!!"

Prometheus punches Beatle.

Beatle growls. "God-Mode Level 2." His hair spikes out of his cowl in shade of pink.

Prometheus gains purple hair instead but Beatle quite easily knocks him so hard that he crashes into Jupiter.

Prometheus opens his eyes, seeing Beatle before him back on Earth... In... the Philippines.

Prometheus lifts himself up, but barely was able to stand up.

"You only mastered Level 1, didn't you?" asked Beatle.

"I fucking hate you," said Prometheus.