"Madara! Those bastards! How could they leave us out of something like this?!" Ever since Hashirama learned that Dave and the others had run off without him, he had been sulking for days.
"So what do you want to do?" Madara chuckled and glanced at Hashirama.
"How about we sneak over there too?" Hashirama grinned.
"How would we get there? We don't have a spaceship. I asked Orochiroku, and he only had enough materials for that one." It wasn't as though Madara hadn't considered it.
"Orochiroku isn't the only person who can build a spaceship!" Hashirama grinned, picked up his phone, and called someone.
A little while later, in a dark warehouse...
"A spaceship? No, no. Why would I waste my time and energy making that thing?" George waved them off impatiently.
"We'll pay," Madara said calmly.
"Pfft. Do you think I'm short on money?" George chuckled.
"For peace in the Shinobi World! George! I'm begging you!" Hashirama pleaded, choking up.
"No. Get out, get out, get out."
Watching George go flying from one punch by Madara, Hashirama sighed...
"Do you want to build a spaceship?" Just then, a pitch-black figure slowly walked over and asked.
"Black Zetsu? What are you doing here?" Hashirama looked at him in confusion.
"Uh, Black Zetsu is my big brother. Never mind that. You want to build a spaceship?" Black Zetsu Two asked, waving a hand.
"Yes. Do you have a way?" Madara asked in surprise.
"I don't, but my big brother does. You can go ask him," Black Zetsu Two suggested.
A few minutes later, Black Zetsu stared at Hashirama and Madara standing before him, utterly dumbfounded.
"Wait, wait. A spaceship? To go to Mother's homeworld? No, no. What a waste of my time." Black Zetsu flatly refused.
Black Zetsu Two hurriedly pulled