(Pre-Show) The Recreation Dome

[Dr. McNinja]

Dr. McNinja stretched his arms and sat down at one of the infinitely huge restaurants there. He looked up. It was an Olive Garden. Dr. McNinja rolled his eyes. Ever since the glorious pizza at the old church, he couldn't stand the taste of normal Italian food anymore.

A waitress approached him and smiled. "Hello, Dr. McNinja. Would you like anything to drink?"

Dr. McNinja rolled his eyes. "What do you have?" he asked snarkily.

"Well, we have just about everything you can imagine, and more," the waitress grinned.

Dr. McNinja scoffed. "Okay, I want Mountain Dew."

"Sure thing-"

Dr. McNinja slammed the table and leaned his face towards the waitress'.

"The real stuff."

The waitress smiled amiably. "Wouldn't dream of anything else, sir. And have you decided what you would like to order?"

Dr. McNinja scowled. "And, I don't know, some golden cockatrice sausage pizza." He grinned at himself. There was no way that a local Olive Garden could conjure up the Ambrosia of Cumberland.

"Of course. I'll have the Friend Brothers on it right away. I'll be right back with your food, okay?"

The waitress then shashayed away. Dr. McNinja raised an eyebrow. This implied that not only did these Olive Garden waitresses know the existence of Radical Land cuisine, but actually served them. He smelled King Radical in this. What had Sir Sicknasty of Spades done this time...?

Dr. McNinja was glaring angrily when, in the back, he noticed Mickey Mouse sitting on the stairs to the theater. He frowned. Great, now Mickey f*cking Mouse was watching his own movies. He strode over to the cartoon mouse and looked at him. Wait, was Mickey drunk? Disney had never been a part of the doctor's childhood ninja training, but regardless, this was ruining Dr. McNinja's childhood.

Dr. McNinja knelt next to him. He checked Mickey's pulse. Still alive, just unconscious. Dr. McNinja pulled out a vial from his pocket-

There was nothing in his pocket.

Dr. McNinja searched his labcoat. It wasn't possible. It simply wasn't possible. All of his emergency medicine, his weapons, everything. Gone. What had that Omni character done to him?

Then he had a thought. What if... What if, what if... What if he had lost all of his powers? His abilities? Was that why the Apokalips Paratroopas were able to fight him? Was that why he was feeling so weak? And now he didn't have his anti-inebriation probiotics. And he couldn't feel his throwing stars either. This was going to be problematic.

But for now, he had a patient.

Dr. McNinja gently grabbed Mickey's shoulders and tried to shake him lightly.

"Hello? ..Mickey? You okay?"