Over the next while, Bobo began talking endlessly about the Parliament of Life.
He explained it with remarkable clarity, even dipping a finger into his drink and drawing a tree diagram on the tabletop. The wet liquid glistened under the lights, making the brown wood look considerably cleaner.
Su Ming crossed his legs and listened to Bobo ramble on, but he did not rush to explain that dealing with the zombies was not the purpose of this trip.
Bobo had been feeling stifled lately, getting kissed around like a toy by the female gorillas without a shred of dignity. Couldn't he be allowed to show off his strength and wisdom now?
After all, although he was currently sitting in the booth with Deathstroke, the three gorillas not far away were staring at him with dreamy eyes, listening to him speak.
Knowledge and experience mattered to any intelligent lifeform. Why was there a saying about young girls liking older men? Because accumulated wisdom and wealth had always been powerful tools for attracting mates in nature.
Deathstroke was giving Bobo a chance to perform, letting him restore his virility in front of the females!
No need to thank him. It was what every pet owner ought to do.
Put simply, the Parliament of Life was a gathering of incarnated representatives from every level of the ecological chain, a means of stabilizing and balancing nature.
The Parliament of Life had many seats and was incredibly complex, but its five most representative powers were The Green, The Red, The Grey, The Rot, and The Black.
The Green had once been the strongest. In the DC Universe, plants were interconnected by an indescribable mystical force. That force was The Green, encompassing not just Earth's plants, but every plant in the entire universe.
The Green had