AAOOOSC! Junior Powers!

Later on, Matteo is stepping down the stairs back into the main room with Kailer’s tablet in his hand. Following behind him is Michael, who is grinning ear to ear with excitement; he is now wearing the same outfit as the other members.

"Wow, what a cool tour! It’s so cool designing my room that easily!" he exclaims as he hops off the staircase after the Master. "If only I can clean up my room that easily!"

"You can, maybe," Matteo tells him. "But you gotta ask Doc for that."

The two saunter deeper into the main room. They spot Jeremy, Brett, and Jake sitting by the ice rink-themed table: Jeremy is leaning against the table on his smartphone; Brett and Jake are chatting with each other enthusiastically.

"Sooo," Michael peers around the laid-back room, "what do you guys do here?"

"Nothing really." Matteo takes a seat on a chair by the table.

"How come?" Michael settles down on a seat next to him.

The Master spins to face him, his fingers interlaced on his lap. "Because we got no supervillain. We just formed together to ward off any threat, but…" He darts his eyes around. "…there’s really no threat at the moment."

Michael’s eyes immediately light up at an idea. "Ooo! What if you can give me better powers and I can be a supervillain since I can’t be a villain with the powers I have! Then you guys won’t be bored!"

He grimaces at him. "Errrr, no."

Michael’s face drops. "Why?"

"Because if we use you as a way to do something, what if an actual supervillain pops out of nowhere?" Matteo places his elbows on the armrest, leaning his arms outward. "What if you or we cause damage that is unnecessary? We can’t launch trouble like that for the sake of boredom." He drops his arms. "No worries, we’re polishing our skills in the meanwhile while waiting for our menace to come."

"Nuggets!" Jake is heard hollering from behind the Master.

Michael peers ahead while Matteo and Jeremy turn around.

They spot Jake, who is standing up with a box of chicken nuggets in one hand. Brett is standing feet in front of him while chortling, with a bucket by his feet.

With his other hand, the goalie tosses a nugget into the bucket.

"Nugget bucket!" He pumps his arms in the air. "Whoop!"

Matteo purses his lips. "Yeah, we’re bored here."

Michael eyes him. "Polishing skills there, eh?"

"Free time." The Master swings back around to face the newbie.

"So, what am I supposed to do?" Michael holds a shrug.

"Eh, there’s plenty to do." He starts listing with his fingers. "We got an ice rink, there can be a roller rink, you can make any room you’d like. Or any place: a park, a stadium—"

Michael’s eyebrows shoot up. "Amusement park?"

Matteo shrugs. "Sure!"

"Better not be those cheap fair ones." Michael holds a hard stare at him.

"Anything you’d like."

Michael nods his head with his eyes lifted upward as an idea appears in his mind. "Mmm, okay!" He snatches the tablet from the Master. "I’ll be back." He then hops off from his seat and swaggers further into the room.

The room narrows down, decreasing its light until he halts in front of a wall, where a heavy-duty, thick, silver door is situated.

Michael knocks on it three, hard times. "Doc!"

Immediately, the door cracks open, giving a large enough gap for Kailer to poke his head into view.

Kailer peers at the visitor. "Only those who know the product of water and pentyl ethanoate under acidic conditions may pass this threshold." He then pulls his head out of view and slams the door closed.

"Aw!" Michael bangs on the door again. "Come on, Doc!" He beats his fists on it. "Open up! I wanna see what’s inside!" He shoots for the knob and attempts to twist it.

The knob stays still under his grasp.

Michael lets go and gives the door a glower. "Darn it." He then firmly whirls around and marches away.

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