Unknown, feeling not at all like minding GenEX's mind's feelings, sat down and looked at some things in GenEX's section of happy thoughts. After throughly examining them (and deciding they couldn't possible assist him in stopping the internet) he started making a tiny bit of havoc. "Gen, Gen, Gen! You like being called Gen!" he shouted. Naturally, since this was the good thoughts area, it worked.

Kovu wandered around, tripping over ACME Plot Destroyers, and often exploding into sandy giant walls and back again. It is not safe to wander in an unconscious mind.

Ducky and the Golden Knight, (who would have been Freelance if not for GenEX changing everything) who had both somehow escaped from GenEX's head, went around looking for teleporters to the movie of such a large budget. The Golden Knight had a reputation as a movie star to consider, and Ducky wanted to pay for a real house. Heck, with that money, she could get a huge multi story mansion!

Cobra, curious, walked into a dark corner of GeneralEXamples' brain, to find millions upon millions of spam messages. This was all too much. She could use her nifty Admin powers to stop the tears from ruining her make up, but there was no real way to deal with this spam except.... burning it. And considering they were all inside someone's head.......

Freelance rode into what was left of the War Tavern after all those villains had escaped from the GeneratedEXecutor's brain. All that there was standing was a forlorn cherry table, a lamp post that hadn't been there in the first place, Gendigo (who was propped against the lamp post) and the still silently snoring titans, who had been there since the first page with very little appearences. Freelance had been to this place, a long time ago. He recalled his other half trying to kill him, becoming a hero by bringing beer from the basement, an old deserted castle, and her. It always came down to her, didn't it?

The Messenger stepped out of the foggy place that was foggy because it was filled up with fog and made a profoundly profound proclamation. "This is, without pity, the penultimate proclomation before this paticularly pitiful painful plot plans to go plop!" He then, using his Instant Messenger Service powers, teleported inside GradientEXcel's brain to help the others fill the mind with fog. Fog always followed The Messenger, but no one knew why.

Xavier and Cleever, who had somehow gotten quite drunk, had sucessfully gotten themselves out of the mind only to fall through intestines into the stomach. While singing "1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,
000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,00
0,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,
000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,00
0,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,
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000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,00
0,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,
000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,00
0,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,
000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,00
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000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,00
0,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 KATRILLION BUCKS on the wall, 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,
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0,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 KATRILLION BUCKS! take one down, pass it around, *HIC*!", they also pulled neural cords and another totally essential pieces of GenEX off and threw them around in a baseball game.



In short, things just stayed the same.