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There's an infinite number of dimensions.
I was born with the ability to access all of them.
I won't build my utopia
with blood.
I need to make him pay!
Darkwing was at my 12th birthday party,
so I'm pretty sure he doesn't kill people.
Mark isn't like other Viltrumites.
He just wants to protect his world.
Bring Invincible here.
He is the key.
This child is Mark's brother.
Which makes him family to me too.
Viltrum knows I've left my post.
They'll see your brother as inferior and kill him.
Your father will be executed.
You will assume his mission and prepare the planet for our rule.
I'm sorry I gambled with your life.
Shit! You're a Viltrumite?!
I think everything in these books is real.
Stuff that can hurt Viltrumites.
You shot me in the fucking head!
I've died 39 times even though
there was less of me to save each time.
Come with me now, or this woman dies.
How many of my new Reanimen are ready for the field right now?
Answer the goddamn question.
Killing you is not my task.
Soon another will come.
How does this work, Mark?
-I don't know. -Maybe that's an answer.
You think you're innocent in all this?
I'll never let anyone
ever hurt my family!
I have to learn how to control myself.
- Remember me? - Why are you here?
I'm here for you.
Eve, is that you?
Not the me you know.
Tell her you love her,
or tell her you don't love her, just tell her something.
I think... I miss my wife.
You can do better than that.
I'm gonna hurt you so bad.
Oh!
I did it.
I did it!
I win! I win! I--
That's the second time you celebrated too soon.
You okay?
No! You're mean!
Okay.
All right, let's give the kid a break.
He's been a champ, but his parents are getting worried.
He's only eight, after all.
The GDA thanks you and your son for your assistance.
And we assure you, we're still searching for a cure for his condition.
Then what's next?
Whew! Ah, geez!
Aah.
Seven minutes, 42 seconds.
A new record.
Nice work.
Hey, can somebody call Art?
I'm gonna need like 20 new costumes if we're gonna keep doing this.
I could have...
I could have done it faster, but I got lost on the way back again.
Well, it was still plenty fast, Mark.
Hold it.
And...
...good.
So that was the heaviest thing we could find
for Mark to lift, and he just lifted it.
Come on, Donald, since when do we let a little thing like that
stop us from saving the world?
When we're through with him...
...he'll finally live up to the name--
Over the last 90 days, Mark's speed has increased 65%,
his endurance 70%,
and his strength--
and we checked this wasn't a mistake--
138%.
The science team is already working on a heavier version.
So the billion-dollar question, then:
Could he beat that Viltrumite woman
who made us all shit our pants three months ago?
We think so.
But she implied someone much worse was coming.
Which is why we're not stopping here.
With Mark or any of our other plans.
Fuck me!
Way to make a fellow superhero feel inadequate.
Glad it's not leg day.
Hey, Rex.
Yeah, Cecil's got me on a training plan.
Uh, yeah.
I can see that.
So, um, how much did all this cost, Cecil?
Is this why the coffeemaker's still broken at Guardians HQ?
We bought you a new hand, Rex.
-That wasn't cheap. -Yeah.
And this is the third time I've been back trying to get it adjusted.
Eh, look, I'm trying to give you the finger right now and I can't.
Oh, man, that's your favorite finger.
It's my favorite finger.
It's his favorite finger, Cecil.
Can't we do something about that?
Uh-huh.
The customer service in this place is terrible.
Sir, believe it or not,
but somebody appears to be stealing the Declaration of Independence
from the National Archives building.
One guess who's behind that.
Nah, can't be Doc Seismic.
He's still under lock and key.
You feel like trying out those new muscles of yours?
-Sure. -Wow.
I am standing right here.
You guys could at least pretend like you'd like my help.
Maybe I should take Rex.
Who knows how tough this could be?
And there might be stuff that needs to be exploded.
Fine, take Rex.
You both suck.
National Archives building. Washington.
No problem, you said.
I can disarm the lasers, you said.
Now we're messing up the past.
Technology this old is tricky.
It's practically made of wood.
-Hey! -But it's not made out of wood.
It's made out of circuits
and electricity and stuff you're supposed to be good at.
Relax! We've got at least three minutes
- until the police show up. - Hey, dickheads!
Boy, did you pick the wrong day to steal a timeless piece of America's history.
Well, not that there's a right day.
But you know what I mean.
Uh, we're gonna kick your ass now.
What?
They're not the police.
So...
Eve says she hasn't seen you in months
and that you're avoiding her?
I'm not avoiding her, it's just with Oliver and my new training routine,
-I've been busy. -Uh-huh.
- Whoa, this guy's fast. - Come on.
You're single. She's single.
Obviously, you two have had the hots for each other
since, like, forever.
Just stop being weird about it.
Ask her out.
It's more complicated than that.
Oh, it's really not.
It's six words.
Hey, want to go out sometime,
uh, uh, please?
Actually, no, no, no.
Don't say please. Sounds desperate.
Why do you care so much?
You used to date Eve.
Well, uh, you're both my friends.
I want you to be happy.
And if it works, you'll owe me forever.
Okay, mine's down, by the way,
in case you hadn't noticed.
Hey, I'm trying to hold back.
I don't want to hurt him too much. I think he's just a normal dude.
Normal this!
Yeah, totally normal.
I'd give up, buddy.
I just witnessed this guy bench-pressing the moon.
Multi-Paul?
You! You killed my sister!
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
I didn't kill Kate, man!
The Lizard League did!
You let her die!
I'll kill you!
Get dressed.
Come on!
Rex!
I'm sorry.
I'm coming!
Fightmaster, you okay?
That guy is really strong.
Come on.
I didn't...
…fucking kill Kate.
I tried to save her.
Liar!
Get off him!
Not until he's dead.
Last warning. I don't want to hurt you.
You can't hurt us
no matter how strong you are, because you're all alone.
Shit.
Stop!
Holy shit.
It's…
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