'Faceless' groaned from the table, which he had once more crashed into. "Don't.. destroy the powers. I'll be even more out of a job then I already am.. and that's inhumanitarian of you, or something. Really, it's not so bad being mindless slaves, you never seemed to mind before. And it would get me my job back!!"
"Don't listen to him." growled Donald. "Faceless is faceless, untrustworthy, slimly, two faced.."
"Wait." said BBoy, hesitantly, who had lost his slur. "How can he be both two faced and faceless?"
Donald shot him a powered up glare, and continued. "Freedom of will for all! Let's go to those powers, yes, but to defeat them, and not to once more go under their rule!"
"I have no mutation." Derald stated, anger welling up inside him. "How dare they slander me so? I'm with Donald. Let's go teach them Powers a lesson they'll never forget!"
"No, you can't!" screamed Faceless, who had shakily risen to his feet and had Derald by the collar. "You don't know what they'll do to me!"
"If you didn't want us to go for them, why did you tell us in the first place?" queried Ducky. "You should have known we'd rather have free will."
"Free will is dangerous!" exclaimed Faceless, pounding the table he had been crashing into, which split in two. "Can't you see? It just leads to big arguments and unrealistic plots!"
"Who says we don't WANT unrealistic plots?" asked Rocky, from the realm of notbeingnoticedia. "Some of our best material has been completely unbelievable."
"Who says we want plots?" muttered Tyf, who was still in favor of relaxing for a while.
"WE NEED TO GET THOSE POWERS!" cried Derald, echoed by Donald, who was waving a hastily made rally flag.
In all the confusion, it was quite natural that none of them noticed 'Faceless' slip out of the Tavern, and walk away, humming to himself. It had all been a lie about Derald's mutation and the chickens and the cancellation of merchandise, of course. If it had been true, the Powers that Don't be, Didn't be, and never Will be could have found some other method of dealing with Derald. As it was, the argument resulting from his brief visit should boost sales tremendously, especially in the audio department. By the time it was finished, they would probably have forgotten the reason for argument, and the powers would be safe.

"Look, where are you taking me?" asked Ancoysnd of one of his two assailants, both of whom were wearing large masks.
"We're the running gag police." said the one he hadn't asked, in a low voice. "And our eyes are red and always hurt. You've had your job for too long, you see. You should always be getting new jobs and having something happen to them."
"But I like my job!" said Ancoysnd, indignantly. "I had the answers for the questions all ready, and several ideas for new products, and the pay's good!"
"Exactly." said the one he had originally asked. "Which is why you need a new job you won't last long in, so the cycle can start again."
"And yet it has to be something that will make him encounter the War Tavern in some way." said the one who hadn't last talked. "Otherwise the gag will be gone, and it'll just be running."
"I'LL be running as soon as I get my second wind back." said Ancoysnd, who had just realized that gum wasn't a very efficient method of holding people.
"Oh, no you won't." said one of the apparent running gag police, though it was unclear which one. "Even if you break out from your incredibly tough bonds, we brought backup."
And then Ancoysnd heard an incredibly ominous sound.
"Hello, consumer, yes hello, consumer, bah bup bada bah, BeBop Cola!"