"Time. The key is time, darlings. The baldies still haven't realized that this opponent is a true god—at least more like a god than Perpetua. Common sense and logic are useless on her."
Luthor and Chief were still studying the inscriptions, each wearing a solemn expression. But the few people gathered around the giant cake platter were holding a small meeting too. Harley had a ring of cream around her mouth, yet she looked utterly serious as she spoke.
When she finished, she pinched a strawberry from the little plate with two fingers and took a huge bite with an "om."
No one knew where Adjutant had found the strawberries on this cake. They were about the size of longevity peaches. Maybe they were genetically modified?
But Harley wasn't Poison Ivy, nor was she some environmental fanatic determined to fight for natural breeding. As far as she was concerned, as long as the strawberries tasted good and she got to eat them, she would happily eat them even if they had grown on someone else's corpse.
Living was all about being happy, and to live, one had to eat. Therefore, eating made people happy. That was the rule Deathstroke often called The Law of 'It Smells So Good'.
"You're right. They still don't understand." Little Superman sighed, but his hands did not slow down in the slightest as he cut himself another slice of cake. "If we want to deal with Pralaya, borrowing External Force is the safest approach."
There were many symbols of External Force. Little Superman had read the comics, and even God had mentioned the word THEM.
Perhaps there were many individuals among them, but in essence, they were a collective term for all sorts of thoughts, beliefs, and imagination from beyond the universe.
To use the