Mark! Loo-- I made a mistake. And I've thought about you every day since--
No, you don't get to call me that anymore!
What do you want me to say, Mark?
You could've started with "I'm sorry"! You know what? Don't bother, all right? It wouldn't mean anything anyway. I hope you like it here with your new friends. I guess they don't know you the way that I do. Fuck you.
My dad... what are you doing--?
Don't speak. Listen. My name is General Kregg. You've survived your first true battle and proven yourself worthy of your Viltrumite heritage.
[punches him in the face, then nonchalantly shakes the blood off his hand] Your father will be executed, and you will return to Earth. You will assume his mission and prepare the planet for our rule. I know this may not appeal to you, given your sympathies, so I'll put it like this: you can kill a few humans to convince them to capitulate, or we will kill millions if we arrive to find you or your planet still defiant against us. We will check on your progress soon. And unlike your father, we do not change our minds. Good luck on your mission.
I don't know why I didn't think of this sooner. Why stop at one idiot clone when I can have so many more? [the other Mauler gives him a glass of lemonade, which he drinks] Oof. I hope one of you is better in the kitchen. No wonder your bourguignon is terrible. You can't even make decent lemonade. [starts groaning and choking]
My bourguignon is exquisite, you jackass! And so is my lemonade... when it's not laced with a modified mycotoxin, that is. ["King" Mauler tries to reach out for him before collapsing and dying] And sometimes things are the way they are for a good fucking reason.
[Allen is in a medical lab, encased in a container]
(inhales deeply, groans) Oh, wow. (groans) Wow. Oh, wow. I'm not dead. I was pretty sure I was dead. Felt like I was dead. This is... Oh, this is a nice surprise. Um... Hello? Hello? Someone want to let me out of this, uh, thing? Well, this is great. (sighs)(he accidentally breaks out of the container) Oh, no. Oh, I'm sorr... sorry! Oh, God, oh, crap. Oh, I broke... I broke it. I broke it. (he gets up, and is revealed to be more muscular) Oh, this thing, I bet this is... Oh, I bet this is expensive. Oh, God. (notices his restored and bigger body) Huh. (laughs) Huh. Would you look at that?
I am glad to see you in one piece, Allen of Unopa.
Yeah. One very large and ripped piece.
Yes. I'm afraid I owe you an apology. When we brought you here after the Viltrumite attack, I turned off your life-support machine and left you to fend for yourself.
What? Why? W-Why would you do that?
I knew, without it, you would either die or recover stronger than before. I am sorry I gambled with your life, but it has paid off. You may now be able to stand your ground against a Viltrumite.
Yeah, I doubt that. They hit me so hard my eye came out. I remember seeing that, like, from my own eye. It was very strange.
You underestimate yourself, Allen.
Yeah, well, I appreciate your vote of confidence, but I'm not gonna ask for a rematch anytime soon. If I even see another Viltrumite, I'm gonna... (Thaedus asks for a moment of silence, and removes his fake beard, leaving only his mustache; shocked) Holy shit! (leaps out of the container) You're a Viltrumite?!
No, I am something much worse. I am the only Viltrumite to ever rebel against the empire. At least, until you told me about Invincible. Allen, I need you to go back to Earth and bring Invincible here. He is the key to turning the tide of this war.
(King Lizard points a gun at Rex-Splode's head)
KLKing Lizard
Mhmm, so brave, but is it the brave man who survives? or is it the one who waits, until his opponent is too injured to fight?
(King Lizard shoots him through the head.)
(Later.)
KLKing Lizard
Oh, the Guardians are dead, they're so dead, they've made quite the mess of your precious little missile base. I'm not sure you'll ever get the floors clean, again. Agree to my demands and I will consider not destroying half of the Nation!
(Rex-splode slowly gets up, blood squirting from the bullet hole in his skull.)
KLKing Lizard
Well, look at this brave little soldier, seems like the loss of your brain, hasn't hurt you as much as one would expect. Oh my, how sad.
KLKing Lizard
[Hard to hear, voice ringing.] Perhaps you're too stupid to realize this, but you're supposed to be dead.
(Begins fighting King Lizard, delivering a flurry of punches, before picking him up by the hair and punching him with the stub of the hand he previously lost.)
I. Can't. Believe. You. Shot me. In the Fucking head!
Continues kicking King Lizard while he is on the ground, as GDA soldiers appear.
SOSoldier One
Sir, are you alright?
Why would you- That's a weird question. Im fiiiine, totally good! Never better? You know me! I'm practically- :[Slam "INVINCIBLE" title card. Cut back to him staring, before he falls backward onto the ground.]
STSoldier Two
We need to get this guy to an OR now!
STSoldier Three
Get a stretcher over here!
(a funeral is held for Dupli-Kate; with the Immortal giving a heart-felt speech)
Kate Cha was a fearless warrior. Though her powers came from a family curse, she believed they were a gift to help those around her. That was Kate's real power. Her unwavering belief that this world is good, even when it killed her over and over and over again. Kate never stopped believing that. And encouraged me to do the same. Kate Cha was a kindred soul.
In order for a Viltrumite to be executed, he must be healed and whole. Worthy to stand and face the end of his life with honour, even if his crime was devoid of it. Yet, for even such a craven betrayal, there is a path to redemption. Rejoin your people, Nolan. Let this not be your legacy. (Nolan sits silently in his chair. Kregg forcibly turns it towards him) You conquered hundreds of planets, brought glory to the Empire. You were one of our greatest warriors. How did a mere moment on Earth turn you into a weak, sentimental traitor?! (lifts Nolan by the throat) ANSWER ME! (still getting no reply, he throws Nolan against a wall) That planet and its people are toxic if they could do this to you. They too will pay.
BSBlack Samson
Still in the ICU. But she's stronger than she looks. She'll make it. What?
BBulletproof
(sighs) This place.
BSBlack Samson
What about it?
BBulletproof
We're supposed to be the best there is. Best superheroes on the planet.
BBulletproof
You serious? Ok, let's do the lineup. You got a guy who's supposed to be a genius, but the best idea he could come up with was to make himself a new body with DNA he stole from a coworker, so he can date a different coworker who currently does not want to date him. That same chick gets younger each time she uses her powers and doesn't seem to care she's gonna be eating strained carrots before too long. Our leader's a guy who's so old he shits dust, and his boss is a suit who'd sacrifice us all in a second to save white america. Then there's the girl who broke all her bones trying to explode someone from the inside out, which is fucked up. The pyromaniac who's going through some heavy personal shit after he traded half his brain for a bullet. And finally, whatever the hell Shapesmith is.
BSBlack Samson
Here I am feeling left out.
BBulletproof
[scoffs] Okay, first, you're bald, and hair was Samson's whole thing. And second, if you think we're the best superhero team on the planet, that hair thing is secondary to your messed-up judgement.
BSBlack Samson
I had hair when I picked the name, but you're right. We're not the best superhero team on the planet. We're a family.
BSBlack Samson
And like any family, we're all messed up in our own unique way.
BBulletproof
Shit, speak for yourself.
BSBlack Samson
But we're unbreakable when it counts. That's what makes us the best. You're new, so you just don't get it yet.
[in the distance] What? No!
BBulletproof
Well, if we're a family, than Mom and Dad are getting a divorce.
We've studied this planet.
Human civilization has less than an 18% chance of surviving the next two centuries without the loss of billions of lives.
That is the truth. The powerful of this world destroy their own home, strip resources for themselves. Large areas of this planet will soon be uninhabitable due to human greed.
Yet here you are, hands in fists, worried about stopping me instead of stopping them.
No, it isn't. We have the technology to repair their climate, feed their hungry, punish their criminals. We will save more of their lives in a single year than you could in a hundred. You are failing this planet and its people, do you not see that?
[stammering slightly] A-At least I don't kill!
Yet you let thousands die every day you resist Viltrumite rule. Or do those human lives not matter to you?