In the training room Monger: (shows a video) It is incoming, it is on fire, and it feels neither remorse nor mercy. (flies with his jetpack) It is dodgeball, and so help me, I do love it. Whoo, ha! Throw your ball, don't get hit, anything else goes. Coverton: Anything goes, you say? Link: No rules, just-a the way-a like it. Hope you wanted some big, red, dodge-ball-shaped tattoos on your butt. B.O.B.: Oh ho, that sounds awesome. We should get those. Susan: (raises her hand) Question: if we're gonna play monsters versus aliens dodgeball, shouldn't there be a ball? Coverton: Commence treachery!