The Salty Spitoon 2: Reg's Revenge

Reg looks up at the newcomer and slowly nods, still shaken from Gant.



"W- welcome to the salty spitoon, how tough are ya?"

"I'm sorry but you seem to have the two us mixed up."

Speaking from behind the massive mosquito god, appeared the frame of a smaller, more delicately framed boy with a robotic arm and a weird device on both of his wrists.



"For your information, I saw you sent a kid crying home with his attempt to boast; so much as to attempt to do the same to me and, well... to answer your question..." Plio Kenson began to speak, before moving his right hand back in a rapid motion, before immediately punching Buzzwole in what seemed to be seconds flat; a massive crater several miles wide form at the base of the impact, as millions of gallons of water were suddenly displaced from the nearby vicinity with the immense force of the impact of Plio punching Buzzwole far out of the ocean and back into the wormhole from whence it came. The entire foundation of the Salty Spitoon was now a giant, smoldering crater with not a spec of water in the surrounding air pocket being formed, until Plio stands back up straight and looks Reg dead in the eye with an absolutely stone faced gaze as the water comes crashing back into place, and Plio not even remotely flinching as the water moved to refill the vast pocket of the ocean from which it was originally displaced.

For a moment, when the water was gone, Reg screamed.



"PUT IT BACK, PUT IT BACK! AAAAAAHHHH!"

Once it slammed down, he took a few deep, shuddering breaths.



"Just go inside, please! Stop hurting me!"

Plio raises an eye as to what exactly Reg was trying to get at, but regardless walks inside not too certain of what exactly was going on. Then again, he didn't even know how he could suddenly breathe underwater either, but that was besides the point. At least it was worth the punchline.

Coming in next, its the baddest bodyguard/employee of a scientist the world has ever seen.



"Who in the hell decided that holding a meeting in an underwater bar would be a good idea?!

He'll walk up to Reg.

*Victory Fanfare! Pilo has entered the Salty Spitoon!*



"Hey, hey, hold up, blondie. Welcome to the Salty Spitoon, how tough are you?"

"How tough am I?! I'm so tough, they've got a method of being killed named after me. It's called Death by Samson. Now are you going to let me in there, or am I going to have to give you a personal introduction to it?!"

Cue the slight eye twitch of an annoyed Brock.

"Yeah, right. Sure, and I'm King Neptune. I don't believe you, pal."

Reg has forgotten rule one.

You do not annoy Brock Samson.



"Do you really feel like testing that theory out? My knife's been itching to make sashimi here."

Reg pointed a flipper at Brock's chest.

"I just got blasted by a SOMETHING, knives don't scare me! Let's do this!"

Just then, a patron walked out of the bar and up to Brock and Reg.



"Reg, my fish, this guy bothering you?"