“Okay, this just got complicated,” Trickshot admitted as the Yurt moved in between the battered Legion and Mad Wendy.

“Yo is to be thinking this is not a good time to be violencing!” Yo called out as the Yurt approached.

“Not a good time for us, for sure,” Uhuna agreed. “Hurry and do something. I think Dream may be drowning!”

“I’m on him,” Hatman agreed, pulling on his swimming cap, sliding under the Yurt’s massive grasp, and plunging into the pool to find CrazySugarFreakBoy!

“To be listening, cute-Mad Wendy!” Yo called out, “Is not to be needed for us to be fighting of each other! Is not to be good. Is not to be nice!”

Trickshot nodded. “Yeah. So back off of we hand your rocky boyfriend here his butt.”

“You want to take my friends away!” Mad Wendy accused. “You want to help the bad things happen.”

“What did happen?” the Shoggoth asked. “If you did not cause the disappearance or destruction of many thousands of square miles of this planet’s surface than what did?”

“You want to help the red man!” hissed Mad Wendy.

“We are just wanting to be letting of these people to go and to be rebuilding their homes now,” Yo promised.

“And ta not get our heads plastered across the walls by a freaking huge radioactive peasant hut,” Tricky added.

“Too much talk!” the Yurt growled, thundering forward. “Now Yurt smashes!”

• Indeed, Yurt Smashes.