Aboard the Shit Spaceship.
Madara raised his head to gaze at the starry sky before him. A surge of soaring ambition filled his heart, and his eyes involuntarily transformed into the Sharingan.
"Now this is the world I should be conquering!! Hahahahahaha!!" Madara planted his hands on his hips and laughed arrogantly.
Black Zetsu worked at the nearby control console. As for the large yellow patches on his pitch-black arms, he had long since gotten used to them and continued operating the controls without a care.
Looking at the stars before him, Black Zetsu couldn't help letting his imagination wander, unfolding one beautiful scene after another.
When I return, Mother will look at me with tear-filled eyes. Her fair, delicate hands will brush my cheeks as clear tears trickle down her face. Her lips will part slightly as she chokes out, "My child, thank you for all your hard work. You are my one and only child."
Then I'll carve out a place for myself in the universe and become the CEO of the Cosmic Crap Group. When I return in triumph with my mighty army, I'll have Dave under my left foot and George under my right. Everyone who looked down on me before will be soy milk and stewed noodles!
Oh~ yeah~ The more Black Zetsu thought about it, the better he felt, and the wider his grin grew until he burst into wild, arrogant laughter.
"Full speed ahead!!! I'm going to be the man who controls all the crap in the universe!!!" Black Zetsu slammed his hand onto a huge button on the console.
Over on the other side, Madara was still brimming with ambition, his mouth wide open in arrogant laughter.
Suddenly, an unidentified object shot out of a ventilation duct above Madara and flew straight