The following week, the group was in the cafeteria with other people working in the facility.
“Hey, Afti! What’s up, dude?!” Snookie greeted a man with orange hair.
“Adam, how’s life for you?” Missingno asked a man with brown hair and a black T-shirt.
Lord X-Giga-X sat at a table with Hak, Zadon and Kudamon. Lord X-Giga-X stared at Kudamon’s Treecko.
“It’s amazing that you’ve had that Treecko for so long, and it hasn’t evolved yet,” he responded to Kudamon.
“Yeah, but don’t worry,” Kudamon assured. “It will be a Grovyle soon.”
“Right…” Zadon muttered as Missingno and Snookie approached the table.
“Lunchtime, my favorite time of the day,” Snookie said as he sat down at the table. “I wonder what I’m gonna eat today.”
“Let’s order a large pizza with everything on it,” Hak suggested.
“Good idea,” Kudamon agreed. “I’m really in the mood for some pizza.”
“So, who’s gonna call in this-” Missingno started, but he was quickly interrupted by a large, steel box crashing onto their table.
“WHAT THE CRAP?!” Snookie shouted in astonishment.
Everyone in the room stared silently at their table, and then turned towards a large, bulky man approaching the table.
“Who the heck is that?” Zadon whispered to Hak.
“I don’t know,” Hak whispered back.
“Whoever he is, he looks pissed,” Snookie noted, staring at the angry expression on the man’s face as he reached the table.
Zadon, Hak, Kudamon and Missingno turned their attention to the same angry expression.
Lord X-Giga-X, on the other hand, ignored the man and removed the box from the table.
“You six are becoming a real thorn in my side,” the man growled.
“What?” Zadon replied. “What did we ever do to you?”
“You decided to work here,” the man answered.
“Not true,” Snookie argued. “I was married to someone who made me work here. I divorced her, and THEN I decided to work-”
“I didn’t ask for your life story,” the man growled.
“Hey, you can’t treat Snookie like that!” Hak shouted.
“Yeah!” Kudamon agreed. “Only we can treat him like that!”
“That’s right… HEY!” Snookie gave Kudamon an angry look.
“…. Well, it’s true…” Kudamon shrugged.
“You guys are really getting on my nerves!”
The man raised a fist, but then lowered it as soon as he noticed Fangking and Cipher approaching the table.
“We’ll settle this later,” the man replied, walking away from their table.
“I knew there would be conflict between your groups,” Fangking said, sitting down besides Snookie.
“Yeah, but…” Cipher stated, but quickly noticed everyone still staring at them.
“There’s nothing to see here. Return to your regularly scheduled lunches.”
Everyone soon returned to eating their food and talking amongst themselves.
“This box would make good building material,” Lord X-Giga-X noted, measuring it.
“That can wait,” Fangking responded. “We have important information to discuss with you regarding that man.”
“Okay, so who is he?” Missingno asked.
“Well explain it in my office,” Cipher answered, beginning to walk away from the table.
“But what about lunch?” Snookie asked with a moan.
“We got pizza there,” Fangking answered.
“Okay, then let’s go!” Snookie stood up but then caught his leg caught under the table and fell.
“Oh brother,” Lord X-Giga-X muttered.
A few minutes later, the eight of them were in Cipher’s office with Pyro and a man with black hair that had blue streaks running through it. All of them were eating slices of pizza that Cipher had ordered.
“So, what’s the deal with that man?” Lord X-Giga-X asked as he reached for another slice of pizza.
“And how much did this pizza cost?” Snookie asked with a grin.
“Snookie, that’s irrelevant,” the man answered.
“Lorem, I need you to stay quiet for the time being,” Fangking ordered the man.
“Yes sir,” Lorem answered. He stuffed a slice of pizza into his mouth.
“Now,” Fangking began, “the man that antagonized you is known as Micro Jupiter.”
At that moment, Kudamon spit out chucks of pre-chewed pizza onto Lord X-Giga-X’s face.
“Oops,” Kudamon chuckled. “Sorry about that.”
“Micro Jupiter?!” Snookie exclaimed. “You actually hired someone as dangerous as Micro Jupiter?!”
“Who’s Micro Jupiter?” Lord X-Giga-X asked, wiping the cheesy mess off his face.
“Micro Jupiter is a man that almost obtained power to destroy all life on earth,” Pyro answered.
“One night, he snuck into the facility in an attempt to steal the blueprints for our reactors in order to create another one to fuel a very powerful- and dangerous- fusion cannon,” Cipher explained.
“But the reactor would not have stabilized to the cannon had he managed to go through with it,” Fangking added. “It would have detonated, creating an explosion powerful enough to destroy the earth.”
“Whoa,” Lord X-Giga-X responded with a horrified expression.
“Luckily for us,” Pyro continued, “Snookie accidently knocked me unconscious the same day Micro Jupiter snuck in.”
“I said I was sorry,” Snookie muttered.
“I woke up midway into his plot and foiled it,” Pyro chuckled
“Had Pyro actually gone home, we’d all be dead,” Fangking assured.
“He was exiled from the city for his actions,” Cipher continued. “He was supposed to be gone forever, but he snuck back in under a new name which is not used by us.”
“He attempted to get a job here under that name,” Pyro noted, “But I recognized him right away and turned him into the police.”
“He was sentenced the death sentence, but we’re allowing him to stay alive under one condition,” Fangking said.
“And the condition was?” Hak asked.
“That he works for us for minimum wage,” Cipher chuckled.
“But we should really say ‘below minimum’,” Pyro laughed.
“We pay him WAY less than we pay you six,” Fangking grinned.
“I get it now,” Zadon responded. “He’s mad at us because although our pay is low, ours is higher than his.”
“Exactly,” Lorem pointed out. “Micro Jupiter is a dangerous man and we don’t want you to have to deal with him.”
At that moment, the door opened, and the large, muscular man entered the room.
“Oh, hey Micro,” Pyro muttered.
“Cipher, I want to talk to you about my pay,” Micro Jupiter said in a deep tone.
“The answer is no,” Cipher replied. “I will not give you a raise.”
“Oh come on!” Micro Jupiter raised his voice. “Why not?!”
“We have our reasons,” Fangking answered. “Now leave us and return to your room with the others.”
“Fine,” Micro Jupiter growled. He began to walk out of the room, but then turned around and approached Lord X-Giga-X.
“Is there something you want,” Lord X-Giga-X inquired.
Micro Jupiter stared at the antagonizing expression Lord X-Giga-X was giving him.
“You must be Lord X-Giga-X,” he growled. “You have the same murderous expression as your father.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Lord X-Giga-X growled, getting out of his chair.
“Micro, leave now,” Fangking growled.
“Ugh, fine.” Micro Jupiter left the room, slamming the door behind him.
“Wow, what a cheery man,” Snookie responded sarcastically.
“It’s amazing how he and those other ex-convicts he works with get along,” Pyro sighed.
“What other ex-convicts?” Hak asked hesitantly.
“We’ll talk more about this later,” Fangking assured him. “Now, the six of you take two boxes of pizza back to room.”
“Yes sir,” Snookie shouted as he grabbed three boxes of pizza off of Cipher’s desk.
“Snookie,” Cipher growled.
“Fine.” Snookie put on of the boxes back on Cipher’s desk
Minutes later, Micro Jupiter walked down a hallway and approached a door marked “117-alpha”.
That man, Micro Jupiter pondered as he opened the door. Could he be the son of Lord X-Me-X-Ga-X?