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Not like Fawful was going to listen. He has visions of grandeur ahead of him.

Anyway, Jagger didn't take kindly to Jurgen's taunt. Not only were his fists sparking now, but his eyes were radiating a similar neon green. "So are you! But if you want me to change that - !!"

"JAGGER!" Zenmei shouted, grabbing Jagger's arm and snapping him out of his angry trance. "Cool your turbines! That's the same attitude that got you shackled!"

"..." Jagger steadied his breathing gradually, up to one complacent sigh. "Right..."

"That's better." With that, Zenmei took a seat on the ground, mulling over the situation. "Though...I guess we can only blame ourselves for jumping into this mess - " He paused a moment to reconsider part of it. "Uh...! E-Except for you, Doctor. A-And Heavy. You just wanted to see how Qwark was doing..."

Peacock took a seat next to Twilight, lighting up one of her many cigars. "Say...is it any irony that most of us have something in common after all?"

As Peacock puffs her cigar, Twilight waves the incoming smoke away with her wing. "Something in common?"

"Yeah, seems we're all...edgy in some way. You know?"

Jagger looks to his hand, more relaxed now than it was a moment ago. "Can't argue with that. I almost lost my cool there..."

Zenmei then realized something. "Wait - maybe that's why we were brought against Ortus - because of some glaring flaw we share!"