| Oh, come on, Sylvia. The party's not that bad. Although it is poorly decorated. And not very well attended.
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Tomorrow is their Festival of Florkanalia, which leaves their capital completely unguarded.
That's when we suddenly - Not yet, sir.
- Yeah, sorry.
Suddenly, a battalion of watchdogs "Hate's great, best villain, hate's great, best villain" led by Commander Peepers, secure the city for the arrival of - Now, sir.
- Oh, yeah.
And they will be all, "Ahhhhh! Lord Hater is so terrifying!" - Arrggghhh! - And I'll be all, like, Halt, you swine, and bow down to him! He is your new ruler and you will do as he says, because he is Lord Hater, the number one superstar in the galaxy! Take that and that and that! Commander Peepers! Whoo! Yeah, yeah, yeah, and then, the prettiest girl in the galaxy comes in, and she's all, "Oh, Hatey, you're so cool and powerful.
I wish I had millions of people screaming my name like you.
" Who is the universe's awesomest evil-doer? Hater Whoo! Whoa.
This isn't the car wash.
Emperor Awesome, you're going to pay for this.
Hope you got good insurance, buster.
- And with pain! - Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Chill, man, chill.
It's just a little ding.
We can work this out, right, bro? - I thought you were cool.
- You You You think I'm Gettin' there, but dolls? Not really a cool guy thing, bro.
They are strategic figurines used for precisely plotting invasions! And we were just making fun of how lame it would be to be a dork who still plays with toys.
Makin' fun of stuff is tight.
What do you say we forget all this, and you tag along while I rage tonight.
I'm talkin' power.
I'm talkin' ladies.
I'm talkin' millions of people screamin' your name.
- Lord Harry! - Hater.
- Hater! - Wow, hangin' with you would really elevate my street cred I mean, yeah.
Sounds cool, I guess.
I can chill with that.
- Sir, what about our plans? - What about 'em? We'll finish when we get back.
Come on, buddy, let's have you stay here and keep planning the invasion without me.
- Whoa! - Ugh.
Bro, being impressed is lame.
If you wanna be cool - you gotta be impressive.
- Whoa! Which starts with looking awesome.
Thinkin' leather jacket for sure.
Definitely a hat.
Sideways flat brim? Yeah.
These line-y stripey shades are hot right now.
And there's nothing we can do about your face, so let's hit the club! I've gotta call Peepers.
He's not gonna believe this.
Wouldn't you rather talk to her? My pet's name is Captain Tim.
You pretty face.
Doin' all right, bro? Yeah, I'm bored, too.
After-party! Wicked awesome Oh, snap, roll down the window.
Hey, bros, you lookin' to party? - Ha! Are we ever! - Well, too bad, suckers! Yeah, suckers! - # Awesome! # - Psssh! Some people are just born dorks.
He'll be back.
I bet he's bored with Awesome and his phony popularity.
He'll probably call any second now.
Yep, any second.
This is the most fun ever! Gaaaah! How can he be so irresponsible? He's out partying with that doofus when we have a major invasion tomorrow.
What could be more important than that? - Yeah! - We put our faces on it! Come on, answer.
Where are you? The fun has to be drying up by now.
Right? Who is the universe's awesomest evil-doer? Hater! Yeah! What's the point? It's done.
He's gone, moved on, kicked old Peepers to the curb.
Probably doesn't even remember I exist.
But you know what? I'm glad.
Lord Hater never really cared about conquering the universe in the first place.
He just wanted to be popular.
Well, that is fine by me! I can handle this by myself, 'cause some of us still care about things like galactic domination! Peepers Dope.
You are a gentleman and a scholar, bro-rangutan.
Yeah, so Unless you've got some other super cool thing we can do, I think I'm gonna hit it.
We done here? We could, uh, see who can eat pizza faster.
Or go to the comic store.
Oh, wait, let's tie glow sticks to our bikes and night ride.
What? Bro, we're not dorks.
We make fun of dorks, remember? No, I got a plan! I got a really good plan.
You are gonna love it.
It's Lord Hater! You've got this, Peepers.
You've got this.
Attention, Flankar 5.
I hereby declare this planet under new rule! Pretty cool invasion, huh? Not as cool as makin' fun of this nerd is gonna be.
- Good call, Hatester.
- Wait, what? No - Bow down to your new master! Oh, sorry.
I can't bow that low, pip squeak.
So, dudes, are you really afraid of this runt? - Loser! - That guy couldn't hurt a fly.
- He's teensy-weensy.
- Yeah, he's tiny.
Silence! I am your new ruler, and you will do as I say, because I am Commander Peepers of the Hater Empire.
Aw, ha ha.
He's so cute.
Ha ha! Hear that, nerd? So just go back home and nerd out with your nerd toys.
Nerd! Oh, yeah? I'm a nerd? Well, that's fine.
'Cause nerds use their brains.
I set goals for myself, and then, through education and hard work, I figure out ways to achieve them.
Yes, but your goals are evil.
Shut your face! What have you got, Awesome? Hmmm? Arm bands, a hot tub? Ha! One day, you'll wake up and realize all you've got is a bunch of ugly clothes, no real friends, and as a villain, you're a failure! I'm sorry.
You You really made me think.
You dorks are good for one thing.
You make awesome punching bags.
Nobody picks on Peepers but me! I really do hope you have that insurance.
"Ah! No, Lord Hater, please spare me.
You're too cool and powerful.
" And I was all, "That's what you get for pickin' on my pal.
- Commander Peepers"! - And then, Hater was all, "Hey, maybe true friendship is better - than being cool and popular.
" - Get out of here!