Sasheem later arrived back at the sight of the mall. All cheese had vanished, and the towns citizens who were able to survive, stood amongst the ruins of their city, thankful but confused at just what had happened.
"Majin, you did it! You...you saved the Earth!" P-Sta exclaimed.
"Yup..." Sasheem nodded.
"See, I was right! you might have a heart in there after all!" N-Ten noted, elbowing the Majin.
"Well..." Sasheem shrugged non-comitally.
"Who is that, their leader?" P-Cee asked. "We need to take him in for questioning!"
"He's about to die in a few minutes, Sasheem doesn't see how it matters," the Majin shrugged.
"He might be right. This is really Time Patrol's case, not the GP's," X-Bo added.
"Oh hey, speaking of the GP. You losers really gonna stick around with them? Sasheem doesn't know the full deal but apparently they did some shady stuff....No surprise there, really. They're run by a box," Sasheem added dully as Durive through a can of orange soda at him.
"Durive...has done what he can, Majin. But we do have to thank you...and apologize. We don't particularly get along much but...we do owe you a great deal," Dr. Cast nodded in recognition.
"Damn right you do," Sasheem nodded in agreement.
"Doesn't make it easy, does he...?" St-Eam laughed, hands behind his head. "Hey, by the way, will you sign my SaSkunk action figure?" the young KAtchin Squad member asked.
"...Sure, after Sasheem shakes down a snowcone for some residual checks," Sasheem nodded, distastefully glancing at the display of officially licensed and completely, utterly legal and indistinct action figures.
"To answer your question, though, we're going to take some leave from the GP and think things through," P-Sta noted. "It won't stop us from protecting Earth....or any other planet in need of our help. Why, even out of the GP, or perhaps further enhanced by our separation from it, we will continue to pursue the ideals instilled in us fro-...hey, where'd he go?"
"And where are the other prisoners?" X-Bo scratched his head.
***
Bedlam's Restaurant
"Sasheem's kinda like a VIP here," Sasheem explained. "He's on the President's payroll, see?" he informed the four gathered before him. The four being Xuan Wu, Fossul, Pomegranate, and St-Aadia who sat on the floor, injured and beaten. Before them, were several plates of food. "Don't think you losers are off the hook. Sasheem wanted to prove a point before he handed you back to the Time Patrol."
"Foolishness, how am I supposed to eat? My body is confiscated!" St-Aadia complained.
"Ah, shaddup," Sasheem responded. "You're basically a robot anyway. All ya gotta do is eat the damn food."
"I don't understand...you said you show us why this world was worthy protecting and you take us to this grease ridden diner....?" Xuan Wu sneered, pickign up the sandwich from his plate. "What is this supposed to be, a bahn mi? Or an attempt at one."
Fossul sniffed his plate and began to eat his food with some reluctance. "Hey...not bad at all!" he noted, with some nostalgia. "It reminded him of the tricera steaks from back home.
"Human food is far better than I assumed as well!" Pomegranate added, enjoying her plate of spaghetti.
"Worth protecting the Earth for..." Xuan Wu scuffed, taking a bite of his sandwich. "Hmph. This is quite good..." he admitted. His sandwich dropped to the floor as the venom finally erased him from the mortal plane.
"Well, that's that...hope you jabronis learned something today," Sasheem noted, eating the rest of his pie.
***
Coral Canyon
Sasheem returned to the temple of the Snake School, alighting down in Coral Canyon's rocky halls. Sasheem smelled something delicious. Weird since...oh, wait that woman! And her kid! Were they still here?! He'd thought they would've given up by now. Walking forward into the cave, he saw she set up some kind of makeshift kitchen. Sasheem narrowed his eyes as nostalgia passed over them. It wasn't too far form where the kitchen used to be.
"Oh, you're back are you?" the woman asked, the question still clearly on the tip of her tongue. "Have you changed your mind? About me joining the school.
Sasheem sighed, taking a glance at all the baked goods assembled upon the tables and scooped them all up in one fell swoop. "Y'know what...sure. We're gonna start tomorrow though."
"What, really?" she asked, in disbelief, nearly dropping her cooking utensils on the floor.
"Just remember...whatever reasons you had before for joining don't matter no more," Sasheem noted, hopping up on the table and eating the rest of the food. "The Snake School lies crawls on it's belly under the limelight. It's the shadow of justice. We fight the fights that no one else can and with way more style," the Majin smirked. "The future...is ours to shape."