Beatle sighs, staring down at the people who just ramble around.
Beatle scratches the mic and causes a ringing sound to occur, turning them silent.
"Okay..." said Beatle. "I am Beatle Saint King. Remember that. My speech is over... Do go with the questions."
"What do you think of the illegal immigrant Supernaturals and Hellish citizens who are now required to have cedulas and cedula braces for monitoring?"
"The purpose of the Cedula Program is not to enslave them or give them any form of right but to limit them since these people, who mind you are actually refugees of war, not illegal immigrants, deserve to be monitored since they are former terrorists and criminals. 469 of them are monitored while over 9,000 remained no cedulas."
"What do you think of the rights of LGBTQ+ individuals and your idea of various genders when it comes to their arrest with incorrectly-placed genders on their cedulas?"
"Thank you, sir, for acknowledging the word 'gender' rather than 'sex'. I know the Nationalist Consuls may have sniffled by these with their hilarious noses, but Unioneers, do realize that the cedula amplifies sexes, not genders, upon the time you are born."
"Does this relate in any way to your theocracy?"
"No, it does not. It just makes paperwork way easier. Next question."
"Why can we not request the end of the war in the Hellish Worlds? We have to send troops to Hellish World, specifically on Earrth-24-B to reestablish a beautiful population of people there."
"Dude. People are dying. No electricity there or water. What? Do you want oil? Christ. No. Big no no. Interplanetary Resource Drilling is still a thing."
"But we could-..."
"Okay. Unioneer. You wanna wage war on that specific world slash colonize it. I'm trying to make sure we don't become like our preceding rulers and lords that colonized us. C'mon. We're all Filipino in this Multiverse, kid. Next question."
"Sir. What do you think of the wo-...?"
"Christ... Do not use any of those words in this industry."
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"Okay. What do you think of the Nationalistas' argument on ending racism by adding one race for every month? For example, Aswang Appreciation Month-..."
"It's stupid. Do you want a month for your race?"
"I have... Aswang friends. I'm Jewish."
"Okay, my Abrahamic brother. Since you're Jewish, do you want a Semitic Month?"
"No."
"Then stop talking about it. There. Racism's solved. Stop talking about anything that divides our culture from theirs. That's it. Next question."
"Does that mean segregation should-?"
Beatle facepalms. "NO!!! Next question. Off-topic! GO BACK TO HELLISH CEDULAS!!! Please... *Ahem...*" he fixed himself. "Continue."
"I think our taxes should be placed on important things, such as making tourist destinations in various Hellish worlds in order to help-..."
"Our policy is the Multiverse first, Nationalista. If you want, I'd be happy to have you yourself go to that universe and plant your own tourist spot. Next question..." Beatle facepalmed.
"What are we doing then, sir?"
"Don't worry. I deployed our heroes to go there. Now, don't bother to ask any more dumbass questions. Good day..." Beatle walks off stage. "Besides... There are more out there..."
Meanwhile...
"ALL HAIL... MORNINGSTAAAAR!!!"
Miguel dodges and blocks the soldier's attack before knocking him out.
Miguel bleeds all over, falling to his knees before growling.
"RUBBER PUNCH!!!" Jed blocks a gaining attack toward the last soldier's face, killing him. "God, I love killing bad guys."
Miguel growls and angrily stands up, turning into a berserker that transforms into an Aswang, mauling the soldiers before him.
Chris proceeds to knock out several of the soldiers and kill them with his stones knuckles.
Miguel sighs, tired, as a strange woman can be seen watching him from the distance.
Her name... is Migera Ibarra. The people in the Multiverse know her as Musang.
Musang is a simple woman who wears a beautiful suit with the mask of a gray cat on her face. She wore regular high-heeled leather shoes with a very black suit. She also curiously wore a tiara.
She walks around seeing that Miguel is nearby and just avoids the conflict.
Musang smiles as she gets a call from her employer.
"Well?" asked Doomer, in her phone.
"He's here."
"Hm. While you're on your vacation? Well, that's quite hilarious."
"Shut up."
"Just do about your business. Avoid him at all costs."
She turns off her phone and walks away, entering someone's house and proceeding to strangle the poor young man in his apartment.
"NO!!! NO!! STAY AWAY!!!" he sobbed, as she grabs him and a strange energy of Usog to occur in the apartment. She manifests some sort of pressurized bubble of air. She takes out a syringe and injects it into his jugular vein.
*SPLAT!!!*
His brains and gray matter splatter all over the wall and she sensually and sadistically stared at his body, falling to its knees, then falling face-first. She smiles, beginning to touch the body all over rather awkwardly, before grabbing a bone saw and cutting off his foot.
She smiles and takes a huge sniff of his dismembered foot before placing it in her jacket's inner pocket and patting her jacket proudly.
She walks outside while the trio continue beating and mauling the enemy soldiers, unnoticed by the denizens of Hell...