Porky heaves out another laborious laughing-coughing fit.

"Get a load of Four Eyes!" he chortles. "We'll have to send you to the Chimera Lab and weld your mouth shut. We can yank out your busted eyes and fit you with a better pair while we're at it."

Lucas edges in front of Autor. Porky clears his throat.

"Well, no matter. The curtain is about to fall on this pathetic little play of yours. Because, soon, the power of power will be mine. The world and everything in it has been my oyster so far, and now I'll end it all by acquiring the ultimate power."

The ancient annoying kid next door laughs himself into gasping.