Cough, cough—

Oh, look at that. Experiencing the repressed trauma of his entire life, with this mother fucker at the center of half of it.

Its gonna be a wild ride of remembering broke bones, near death, the life of ever alien hes ever been—

Ironically...

( Sighing as he slapped his wrist again. )

I call it, Stingtail....

Don't ask how I scanned this one.

Smaller now, he'd look up at the other.

" This one is. "

Another flash of green.

" This one is Gravvatack.
See what I mean? I'm a bunch of heroes. "

( holding up a finger as he pulled his watch up, before moving it over to someone, and slapping it. )
Blitzwolfer!

Ah, kinda? They are really aliens, this is one of em. Well...

.... I hope they're really aliens, this one at least is.

Ben would raise his hand slapping his wrist.
The writer, pulling out the random alien picker.

" Upchuck... Well
Okay, this isn't my coolest one. "

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