[Slugger just smirks over his shoulder before turning toward the car. He knows what the Legion's purpose is, but you have to admit, the amount of ego in that room was approaching critical levels.

With his back to Pokey, he places both hands on the bat and stands before the car ready to strike. The bat raises... and when it comes down, there's a tremendous noise as the back tires leap up off the ground. In the car's hood is an enormous dent vaguely resembling a hot dog bun. As smoke begins to rise from under the mangled hood, Slugger steps away to admire his work.

NOW it looks complete. The bat hangs at his side.]


...You're going to help them?