The End...?

Artik sat in a party hall on Trenzalore. He smiled. The invitations were sent and the ChristmasValeyule Party could begin.

While it lasted.

Cyril tentatively joined the topic?

Rick appeared, "What?" He turned to Cyril
, "What?"

Artik blinked, "You must be the human Makoto mentioned! Nice to meet you."

Cyril shrugged at Rick.

Artik sighed, "Someone get Makoto here. This threesome won't do. And find me that tuffle abd the changeling.

Cyril whistled. His ship appeared and Emily stepped out looking sheepish. "Yeah, I lied about not stealing your ship anymore." Cyril whistled again and his ship went and fetched Makoto/Zero.

Zero stepped out of the fluffy cloud, "Jesus that thing is comfy." Zero looked around, "hello all."

Artik cracked his neck. "Hello, miss and... undetermined gender!"

Emily waved uncertainly.

"Just a moment, I'll see if I can find Makoto too."

Zero walked around, then he walked up to Cyril, "where exactly are we?"

Makoto teleported in with El and Sarah.

Artik waved his arms and food appeared on plates on the table. "Let's eat!"

Rick eyed his hyperpork curiously and tried a bit. He spat the flames out. "WHAT THE FUCK, CYRIL?"

Cyril shrugged and filled his own plate.

Emily pointedly avoided the pork.

Zero filled his plate with one piece of each thing. Zero then proceeded to fill his plate to the point of overflowing with the hyperpork, "Jesus, this shit is good!"

Sarah sat next to Emily and nibbled on a bit of bread.

El stood in a corner drinking.

Makoto fell asleep.

Rick stared at Zero and wished he still had the power to easily murder him.

Artik stood up, "You're really good at surpressing your ki, Cyril."

"Heh, yeah I am." Cyril laughed. "But this is my real power level for now. I have ki corruption, a disability which makes your own ki disintegrate your body at extremely high power levels." Cyril went on, seeing no harm in telling him. "I had to make a trip to the Pool of Origins."

Emily pitied Cyril for a moment and thought about trying the pork.

Zero walked over to artik, " well this has been a pleasant meet and greet, but tell me Artik what's the real reason we're all here?" Zero was munching on a piece of Namekian Chicken.

Makoto was still asleep

Artik grinned, "Happy ValeChristinemsPresiBlackdentHistoryNewMonthYears!" He collapsed into a pile of grey goo.

Cyril finished off his tea. "Why?" he wondered aloud.

Zero found a stick and poked at the goo.

Rick shouted, "OH, COME ON!"

Artik shape-shifted back into himself. He stopped laughing. "What?" He scanned everyone's expressions, "Oh," he said to Emily, "Was that racist? Note to self: no mote tuffle impressions."

Makoto was still asleep.

Cyril pretended to chastise Artik for racism.

Emily shrugged, "I dunno, it was pretty accurate."