GORDON GYM CLASS!

[37thdefender]

*Outside of the school, there are a bunch of generic obstacle courses set up, as well as some jump ropes and Some cheesy looking cardboard targets of aliens, One of which looks ODDLY similar to Laharl. Nearby, Gordon is standing, looking triumphant, with a whistle around his neck*

HAHAHAHA! This looks great! And it'll be sure to keep everyone in

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[xinshanquangal]

Don't mind the kung fu girl. She's sort of wandered in on accident.

...the hell's all this stuff?

[37thdefender]

Gym class! Are you one of my students?

*Gordon tries to ignore that his shirt says "CROTCH" by crossing his arms over it to cover it up*

[xinshanquangal]

She's not sure how she read that, as she's Chinese, but she catches it quickly enough as he folds his arms.

...Geez, I hope not.

[37thdefender]

What? No! It's not like that!! Spell check is just under-appreciated around here, that's all.

[xinshanquangal]

Yeah, how about explaining for we dumb types what a "spell-check" is?

[37thdefender]

Spell check is a computer thing, It checks for spelling errors.

You've never heard of it before? Were do you come from?

[xinshanquangal]

A place without shit like computers. Only reason I know about anything like that is from hangin' around those future guys for a bit, and that cute little round thing they called a robot.

And anyway, that shirt ain't spelled wrong no matter what way you look at it. Hate to break it to you, oh high and mighty "Crotch."

[37thdefender]

*Gordon deadpans at her strange bluntness, but looks interested when she mentions a robot*

Of course "Crotch" is spelled right, but it's supposed to say "Coach".

And you said something about future guys and a robot, What were they like? Possibly new Defenders of Earth?

[xinshanquangal]

I dunno, I kinda like the idea of callin' ya Crotch. Pfft heh heh heh.

Damned if I know. One was some psychic kid with crazy hair and one was this muscular guy with the fastest capacity to learn new stuff I've ever seen in my life. The robot was this little sphere on wheels. Why do ya ask?

[37thdefender]

*Gordon tries to ignore the crotch statement*

Well, I actually have a sidekick and a robot myself. They didn't come with me to this Netherworld though, and hearing about that just reminded me of them, that's all.

[xinshanquangal]

Hmm...

It's kinda weird, y'know. Last time I was snagged by some greater demon type, there was a definite agenda behind why th' bastard did it. Far as I can tell, this Baal guy just snags 'em 'cause he feels like it. I suppose on a whole it could be worse, since this place is a lot less creepy 'n all, but it's damn irritating now that I actually have some goddamn responsibilities the bastard's keeping me from.

I assume if you have a "sidekick" an' a "robot," you've got some responsibilities you ain't doin' right now yourself.

[37thdefender]

Exactly, I'm supposed to be off DEFENDING Earth!! But while I'm stuck here, I can't do the best job...

Man I wish I could figure out this Baal guy myself, I haven't even seen him since I showed up except for that one time on TV.

[xinshanquangal]

What, like th' WHOLE Earth? Ain't that a bit overambitious?

Look, as long as he's not threatenin' to blow up the whole world because he got butthurt over somethin', I ain't complaining. But I'd still like to meet him just to give him a piece of my mind.

[37thdefender]

Of course! There are multiple defenders of Earth however! No one man, no matter how cool he is, can defend the Earth from everything everywhere. But I've still gotta try!

huh? butthurt?

[xinshanquangal]

Wow, that's some crazy shit there man. But I gotta admire yer determination. Keep reachin' fer the stars.

I don't know th' details. Something about humanity screwin' him over, blah blah blah decides he's better 'n everybody else 'n decides to destroy shit.