Back at Beauty World…
Cosmo King uses his fruity little wand to cast explosive bubbles at Dispatch 7 who manage to dodge and avoid each one. The bubbles exploded into an ice cream-like splash that if it gets on the skin, apparently causes terrible skin reactions.
"Don't let the splash of that shit git on you!" Dispatchio yells as he rolls out of the way of one just in time. Cosmo waves his wand around wildly, throwing ice cream bubbles all over the place.
"Rashes! A rash for you! And a rash for you! Rashes and skin damages for everyone!" Cosmo hollers as D7 dodged his ice cream bubbles. Zaztech uses his shield to shield himself from a direct hit of a bubble. Daylight backflips and somersaults avoiding several of them. Chef Magmel shields himself by creating a heat shield that melted any bubble that got to a certain distance from Magmel before it could explode in his face.
Cosmo King readies a large bubble but stops when the sound of Gina is heard calling for him.
"Hey! Cosmo king!" Gina was in the midst of the chaos with a cellphone in her hand and holding it out to Cosmo. "You wanna be king of the company? Well, it's yours. You can have it!"
Cosmo King lowers his wand.
"Really? You surrender your throne to me?" Cosmo asks in disbelief.
"Yeah, if it'll stop all this crazy nonsense." Gina says.
Cosmo covers his entire body with a bubble then floats down to Gina. As he approaches her, D7 try to attack him but their efforts were futile. That's what the impenetrable bubble is for.
Gina holds out the cellphone and Cosmo takes it and puts it to his ear.
"Cosmo! King of Beauty World! How may I help you?" Cosmo answers. We hear the voice of a filipino woman on the other line. She was speaking with a thick filipino accent.
"Hello Cosmo. I'm calling because I have important information for you regarding the company of Beauty World."
Cosmo Kings face turns to a frown at the sound of the woman's voice.
"As you know, we are overseas and are a big buyer of your products, however, recently we have experienced a slow down in processing. Do you have a moment to talk, sir?"
"Well, I'm on the phone aren't I?!" Cosmo growls. He was starting to get annoyed and was gritting his teeth.
"Thank you, sir. So can you tell me about your other assets and how you plan to speed up the process and manufacturing of your products because we are not receiving our product as per the deal in written form on schedule-"
"I can't understand what the fuck you're saying!" Cosmo explodes. "Talk slow and without that fucking accent!"
"I'm sorry, sir", the filipino woman continues as, unfortunately for Cosmo, there was nothing she could do about her accent. "but we need to discuss our options and our next course of action on how to speed up the process and get back to our original scheduling-"
Cosmo King explodes like a volcano and screams into the phone and in doing so, bursts his own bubble that was protecting him from Dispatch 7.
"Now!" Sailorman Chad yells as he, Dispatchio and Sgt. Woodhammer fire their water guns at Cosmo's head which explodes upon impact. His body falls to his knees and the cellphone and wand fall out of his limp hand.
Sgt. Woodhammer decides to finish the job. He walks up to what was left of the spaceman and shoves a Hydro-Ester blast Grenade into the hole in Cosmo's suit where his head used to be, then steps back.
The interior of the suit explodes and the colorfully liquified remains of The Cosmo King shoot out from all the openings of his suit. Dispatch 7 surround the space suit. The liquified remains oozed into a puddle around it.
"We did it!" Daylight cheers. Dispatchio walks up to the puddle.
"Looks like your beauty days are over", Dispatchio says. "Chad! Grab that spaceman suit of his. We'll take it back to the lab for studying."
Chad collects the suit and also picks up the lollipop wand.
"And we're definitely studying this thing." Chad says examining the wand.
With another mission complete, Dispatchio leads the team to the exit door.
"Well, our job here is done", Dispatchio says. "Pleasure doin' business with ya, miss."
"But wait! What about this fucking mess?!" Gina asks."Who's gonna help me clean this shit up?"
But the door was already slamming shut behind Dispatch 7 as they make their leave without a response or another word at all.
"Shit!" Gina cusses as she looks around at the big mess.