Plato fiddled a couple tentacles. "Sounds like someone needs to listen to the world's smallest violin. Don't beat your dust-based life form up about it. I love when my planets are in the right house." The control freak lifted her gaze to Noy and gloated, "He was the instrumental key to unlocking my elaborate machination. I knew you "wouldn't hurt a fly" types leaguing with some narcissistic hume transplant with a big head would gum up the works!"
Noy paused then went, "It took me that long to get that. Why do you always have to label everything? I can't even hear what you're saying to me right now."
Cron quarterbacked, "The four of us scattered to each quadrant of the moon..."
"And Noy floating above," Faida continued.
"Turns out to be just what we need to close the circuit around Plato," Byron smiled.
Fuzzlo concluded, "In accordance to proper etiquette of preserving the suspension of disbelief that people occupying this spinning life raft called Earth vehemently cling to by concealing our existence within a solar eclipse -- that's happening right now!"
"Yeah... psych," Noy added sheepishly.
With the amalgamation of their elements complete, the special operations force grew into an indivisible halo of energy matching the fleeting corona and prominences simultaneously as the moon's dark silhouette blotted out the sun. While the unstoppable force clustered in an energetic event to wrangle their nemesis into a trans-subatomic holding cell like a ship in a bottle Plato said smugly in her miniature form, "Meh. Small is the new big!"
