[Ben, Kevin and Julie leave the building after Ben accidentally laughed inappropriately at Conduit Edwards, angering Julie]
Okay, you're not into it. I get it! That's fine. But did you have to laugh in his face?!
Julie, it was an accident. Sometimes I laugh inappropriately in awkward situations.
You're a terrible boyfriend! [Ben laughs, then covers his mouth, realizing he messed up again] I'm not talking to you. [turns to walk away]
In Ben's defense, you're way too smart to be buying into this junk.
[turns around, having to have heard that; offended] Which junk is that, Kevin? The "using technology to help people" junk or maybe the "modernizing of hospitals and schools" junk? So what is it, the existence of aliens?
Oh, right… because we've never seen aliens before. [to Ben] How many different aliens can you turn into now? 50?
And yet, believing in aliens is laughable?
Say Diagon is real. It still wouldn't be right to use his alien tech to change the planet.
Ben's right. They got rules for that stuff.
[The team is hanging out at Burger Shack later that evening]
[eating his burger] Talk about what?
The Julie thing. [eats his burger]
I know! She's doing volunteer work for a crooked organization and she can't even see it.
Come on, guys. Give Julie some credit. She's not a dope.
True, but that doesn't mean she can't get in over her head.
With a charity group? What's the problem?
Her heart's in the right place, but that guy reminds me of a used-car salesman.
Kevin: Even if these guys were legit, their mission goes against plumber rules and interstellar law.
You think they really have access to alien tech?
KKevin
Doubt it. Smells more like a multilevel marketing scam. Getting your suckers to get more suckers -- charity for profit.
Yeah, conduit wouldn't know alien tech if it was staring him right in the face.
[Gwen and Kevin's plumber badges start beeping]
Speaking of alien tech, looks like we've got a lead on that stolen plumber ship.
Grandpa Max called while you were getting your burger and a side of sulk.
The ship got jacked on a routine run of this quadrant. What do you say we skip dessert and do a little follow-up?
You guys can handle it without me, right?
Have some apologizing to do?
VVilgax
I was wondering when you would find me.
Vilgax? How can you be here?!
VVilgax
These days, they call me the Diagon.
I don't care who these people think you are. I know the truth.
VVilgax
But how can it be? I can see your tiny human brain struggling to comprehend the impossible.
Vilgax, conqueror of ten worlds, living in a fish tank in the VIP room of a bunch of people who believe that Santa drives a UFO. It's a mystery, all right.
VVilgax
I should have been dead. Our last battle-- the terrible explosion. But just as you survived, so did I. Rather than being destroyed, I was lost to the sea. Too weak to revert to my normal form, I eventually washed up on shore… and was sold to a traveling carnival. Despite the indignity of my situation, it did provide me with food, shelter, and time to regain my strength. Recently, I was liberated by this collection of buffoons-- the Esoterica.
The Flame Keepers' Circle. And this Diagon they're so obsessed with just happens to be some kind of space squid, too.
VVilgax
A most fortuitous coincidence, would you not agree?
So now you're a prophecy made to order-- their old alien pal finally making his promised return.
VVilgax
"All hail Diagon!" They'd do anything for me. Why, they just acquired for me a class 7 interstellar ship.
What are you going to do with it?
VVilgax
My followers think I'll use it to fetch some glorious alien tech stashed on a nearby moon. Instead, I will find Psyphon, regain my lost powers, then return home to rule my empire.
You don't have an empire, genius. It fell after everybody heard you were dead. [Vilgax roars, hearing him say that] You know how it is. When the cat's away, the mice will play.
VVilgax
Those who resist my rule will be washed away in the tide of battle! My empire will rise again!
Yeah, about that… not gonna happen.
