Everyone, including Prometheus, ate some Gi-Ant flesh together served with milk.

"YOU BOMBED NUEVA YORCA!?!?" asked Prometheus. "THAT... WAS YOU!?!?"

"Yes, Prometheus. That was us," said Beatle.

"I mean... I coulda done that," said Prometheus.

"You didn't do shit. Casin was invading us for a while now because you were being such a dumbass prick about it. Just please keep away from the rest of MY world."

"Oh, please! You barely have ANY control over your Earth, Beatle! Your Aurora Morningstar has more control over it than Marty Macfly EVER had control OVER HIS TIMELINE!!!"

"Wha-?" asked Billy.

"1980s Reference. You wouldn't get it," said Beatle.

"You weren't even born in the 80s!" roared Prometheus.

"Unlike you, I had a loving father," said Beatle.

"Lies," said Death Leopard and Black Sabbath.

Prometheus turns to Billy. "BT Dubs. Who THE FUCK is this scrawny puke!?"

Billy smiles. "Willamirah Wisdom! Hi-ho!" She does a cute little dance.

Prometheus stares at her under a long pause. "I hate this..." He stands up. "I hate that thing and I'm leaving Post-Apocalypse World."

"The 77th World, actually. AND GET OUT OF MY GODDAMNED EARTH!!! Please, colonizer!"

"Stop calling me that, Beatz! C'mon! Y'know I have a good heart!"

"You're just jealous you ain't me!"

"Oh ho ho! You coulda become me!"

"Oh ho ho! You're not a Messiah!"

"FUCK YOU!!!" Prometheus pounces at Beatle as Beatle knocks him down with ease.

"Just leave, Pro..." sighed Beatle, where it is revealed Beatle is still crippled from the fight.

"Wow... Beaten-up by a cripple," said Prometheus.

"Never mind. I'm jealous, now," said Beatle.

"Really?" smiled Prometheus.

"GET OUTTA THIS TERRITORY!!!" roared Beatle, booming his voice up to an eleven.

"Uhm... No!" smiled Prometheus.

Beatle sighs. "Pro, what do you want? More of your trade deals with City 13?" Beatle booms. "Nueva Yorca was HEAVILY remade by what's-his-name... And YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!!!"

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"Yeah! 'Cuz I had OTHER THINGS TO DO!!! Like... Killing evil Vampires... Fighting Cosmic Monsters-..."

"Bla bla bla living the life of adventure in exchange for leaving YOUR WORLD!!! And getting everyone in the mix, Prometheus!"

"I'm only trying to make up for what I did. That's exactly what you're doing."

"I know..." sighed Beatle.

"AND WHERE... IS THE ALCOHOL!!! GOD!!! Fuckin'! Do you NOT HAVE ALCOHOL, BEATLE!?!?" asked Prometheus.

"You colonized worlds, Prometheus."

"To save my world. To keep those worlds from falling over to the wrong hands."

"And you think your hands are so right?"

"Oh, please! Lookie me! Son of God! Your powers came from Messianic BOTTLE!!!"

"Yeah... A Messianic bottle. You were given a bottle almost similar to mine. And you spilled it. What does that make you?"

"Trillionnaire playboy warlord God Emperor of mankind. And you?"

"God. Savior of Mankind."

"FT. Flaws!"

"You have some balls talking about flaws here."

"Okay... Both of you calm down," said Death Leopard.

"I dunno... This is kinda hot," said Black.

"The fuck is wrong with you?" asked Death Leopard. He sighs. "Okay. You, two just... calm the hell down."

"So... There are... OTHER BEATLES!?!?" asked Billy.

"Yes, there are," sighed Beatle. "The Antis are technically an army of me. Clone hybrids forged from my own blood."

"Wait... Those... masked guys-...?"

"You were killing versions of me, yes," said Beatle.

"I'm... a terrible-?"

"Billy. I'm still me. They're them. You just happened to kill Me's separate from my... self...! Never call yourself terrible, kid. You brought me back my hope. My love for this world. To be a symbol of hope for humans altogether. We all... could be better. I'm... not the best. But I can sure try, right?"

Prometheus sighs, seeing this with Billy and Beatle. "Heh..." he smirked.

Prometheus sighs and walks away.

Beatle sighs. "Hold on," said Beatle.

Prometheus sighs. "I came..."

Beatle turns to Prometheus.

"That's what she said. 'Ahem...' I came because I just found out from... a few interrogations why Dracula made me. To avoid another you. My entire existence..." Prometheus turns to speak with Beatle. "Was made to avoid another you. I'm BOTH thankful and angry at you. I could've been... you."

"Least he's honest about it," said Death Leopard.

"Look who's talkin'," said both Beatle and Pro.

"But worst of all... I need your help..." said Prometheus. "Mars... He wants that Splooge... Found in... GUESS WHERE!?!? Philippines. They're killing Aswangs there... Manufacturing them... farming them like domesticated cattle and swine. Using their blood to create... Splooge."

"You mean the Angel's blood?"

"The Angel's blood? HAAHAHHA!!! You call it THAT!?!? The Angel's Blood is just another word for Splooge! It ain't Angel's Blood! It MIMICS that stuff, though... Splooge is a fungal compound from Heaven that, when touching Aswang blood, it creates a specialized near-identical product to Angel's blood. Gives us... superpowers... Gave you your powers... Your... height... But... you guys look..." Prometheus looks up to the very tall Beatle. "Over... exposed, if I say so myself."

"Okay... How do we... Stop the transfer?"

"That's why I came to you. We could work together to... y'know!" He does a slit-throat sign with his finger around his neck.

"Have sex with her?" asked Billy.

"Ew. What the fuck, kid?" asked Prometheus.

"GROSS!!!" yelled Beatle.

"Why would you even think that?" asked Gabrielle.

"I'm confused with women," said Billy, as Gabrielle blushes.

"VERY WELL!!!" yelled Prometheus. "HERE COMES!!! A PROMETHEUS AND BEATLE ADVENTURE!!!"

"I thought I got my powers when I touched a stick."

"No... You... mutated the Philippines with your energy blast... That stick contained Fungi... And... Aswang's blood."

"How'd that stuff get there?"

"Judas got busy hunting Pinoy Monsters for food! Who knew?" Prometheus rolled his eyes and walks away.

"My entire life... my purpose..."

Prometheus looks concerned, turning to him with unbridled respect and annoyance. "Look... You're still you. You still have God's power in you. Because he chose you. You're His Son. I'm a failure. We... are not the same. Got that?"

Beatle sighs. "Got it. Hey... Prometheus?"

Prometheus sighs, walking outside the barn. "What?"

"I'm sorry... my existence hurt you."

Prometheus turns to him, with twilight in his eyes, only to scoff and walk away, before giving a warm smile to "himself".