It was a medium-sized room that gave the impression of largeness. Two-story domed ceiling, spotlight in the middle with shadows around the edges, that sort of thing. Standing in the center, ringed by a table that seemed to be cut from pure amethyst, and surrounded by some of the legends of the superhero world, LeapFrog and BuzzKill felt distinctly like they were on trial.
++This is stupid, Bro. What are we doing here?++
**Hey, no doubting. You KNOW why we’re here. Remember, they must like us — they asked us here!**
BuzzKill usually found his brother’s thought patterns to be irritatingly positive. This was no exception. He normally spent as little time as possible in LeapFrog’s head, since each brother usually knew what the other was thinking anyway.