my buddy. great pal. chum. bro. childhood friend (if we even ever had anything resembling a childhood). bestie. pookie. oomfie. whatever you people use nowadays to answer your question...

A-60 speeds off and returns in the span of a few seconds, bringing along a familiar not-really-happy scribble. A-200 bears a smile as it constantly does, but it wavers from the other's sudden disturbance.

i'm surprised it's not at urbanshade either. not one visit. why aren't you, huh? tell us

I'd rather know what's your problem. I like having peace and quiet, and you are the absolute opposite of that. Can you just not?

answer their question, won't you?

Without a word, the Multi-Monster speeds off leaving a dissipating red trail in the other's face; who is NOT pleased.

That guy...

A-200 sighs, as if it was used to this but still tires of it.

Not everybody has an innate talent of travelling the intricate threads between universes. I guess I could come with from time to time, but I'm not interested.

From far away, a voice rings out:

BOOORING!!