Ultranova Upon hearing the word ‘mortal’, he begins to laugh. “Mortal? HAHAHAHAHAHAH! I’m nowhere near mortal. This isn’t ego, just stating the facts. Go ahead, beat me up. I’ll be fine. Even if you made me mortal, I could just think, “Fuck that! I’m immortal now!” And be fine. And, ‘doing things I’m not supposed to?’ Don’t make me laugh. More. The acts my civilization have committed have been necessary, and are nowhere near what our enemies do! They slaughter entire plants of ours, then shatter the crust. I’m just making use of what I have to do what I feel is best for my people. So, yeah. You’re just wrong, pal.” The Buchanan copy creates another copy, and walks out of the room, just to spite the prosecutors. The second copy sits in the large chair in the center, casually lounges, and falls asleep. “Now go away. I’m tired.”