[A green beam of light warps in from within @MaverkHunterX's personal chambers, dropping off a gift before warping away] (Happy Birthday, little brother...)

Alright...that's 70 timeline branches that have been reconciled. I think I've earned myself another brief rest.

Well, now...exactly what is that overgrown pet dinosaur of mine up to now, hm?

Quint chuckled. "I believe Dr. Light once joked that 'youth is wasted on the young'. I guess that may apply to young robots, as well."

Quint lifts his arms and gives a jovial smile. "Hoo hoo~! Watch out, we got ourselves one bad Blue Bomber over here!"

"Oh, please..." Quint groaned, and then...side-stepped Rock's attempted attack at the last possible second. "What part of the designation 'Your Future Self' are we not understanding, here? Or at least the part where I can anticipate EVERYTHING you're going to do?"

"...alright. Hey, Matt~!" The short, chartreuse-colored robot smiled, rising from his console. "Y'know how you said we were due for a bit of a break? Well, I think I got what you were looking for!" @RedHotSaurian

◜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀs ᴀssᴇᴍʙʟᴇ! － #CapCup ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴs! ◞ After entire days worth of preparation, the doors to the coliseum open and light floods the main area, house to a stage and podium with none other than the face of #CapcomUnited at its center, welcoming challengers —

— and spectators alike with a brilliant smile. ❝Ladies and gentlemen, I welcome you to #CapCup2! After the last thrilling iteration of our tournament, the sequel is finally here! Who will claim the role of champion?❞ The android proceeded to gesture towards the giant —

— screen with a colorful graphic of the tournament’s name, running through video recordings of several of the prior tournament’s finest moments, all ending in Guts Man’s crowning moment as victor. ❝Here are our challengers!❞

"Gesundheit. Must be some dust in your respiration vents. C'mon! Let's get to the stands!" With that Quint led Mattrex to their seats, where they can watch all of the opening ceremonies unfold.

"(And here...we...go~!)"

A grim expression came to the chartreuse-colored robot's face. Seeing any version of an "old friend" suffer was hard, no matter how many times he's done so. "I'm afraid not, Mattrex..." #NewGenParadise

((When the group tries to do a big thing but twitter's automod decides to ban everyone for mass retweets That's Amoray))

"First time in ages I've missed being able to celebrate the boss's activation day. I know there's a good reason, this time, but I still feel bad..." Punches a fist into an open palm. "Just another reason to punish these bad boys and girls...!"

"Heh heh heh...that's my dino."

He's upset because there'll be no birthday cake left when he gets back.

"...no promises. But I'll /try/ to see if some chocolate volcano can be still left." "...Mmmm...~!"

"Good grief. We got different versions of the blue hypocrite chatting it up...Tag and the Boss gonna /LOVE/ this!"

"Let it 'rock', Matt." Quint chuckled. The in-joke, corny as it may be, just couldn't be resisted. "Just keep an eye on the situation. That whole area of space-time is just a big crossover anomaly, anyway. Can't get any worse!"