George looked at the message Black Zetsu had sent to his phone, puzzled.
This time, Black Zetsu had reached out not to send some trashy taunt, but to say he wanted to meet and discuss something important.
George sneered. He could tell at a glance that something was off—twelve out of ten levels of off. Black Zetsu actually wanted to come to him? There was definitely something wrong!
George figured that Black Zetsu's brain, which was smaller than a peanut—uh, wait, did Black Zetsu even have a brain? Ahem. Knowing Black Zetsu, he probably intended to behead George the moment they met. Capture the king first to catch his men.
Heh. Black Zetsu, it's been decades, and you only figured that out now?
Too late.
Half a day later...
George sat on the balcony at the very top of the high-tech tower he had built. Behind him stood two tall, muscular zombies holding enormous shit-stirring sticks, each carrying a little zombie on its back.
George quietly waited for Black Zetsu to arrive, while the two enormous zombies behind him trembled as they held their shit-stirring sticks.
Soon, gusts of air swept over them. George chuckled and slowly raised his head.
A spaceship slowly descended through a powerful downdraft and landed on the balcony's landing pad. Wearing the Tiger-Skin Skirt and Tiger-Skin Hat, Black Zetsu slowly emerged.
Two burly men followed behind Black Zetsu. Their eyes were razor-sharp, fixed intently on the two enormous figures standing behind George a short distance away.
"Ah!"
When the two large zombies saw the burly men staring them down, they promptly grabbed the little zombies off their backs and hurled them forward.
The little zombies grinned wickedly. Each had two yellow grenades tucked at its waist. They pulled the pins and threw them at the