neptun, looking upon the astatine situation: AAALlright, pluter n uraner, whatve you buckarinos done this time?
pluto, upset at their arrival, as they look unpleasant to be around as well as just rude in general: *sigh* helishooting. you?
neptun: well yknow, just chilling with nick again! he just hugged me REEL-
urano: not another ocean pun. get him pluto.
*pluto quickly grabs neptun, stealing their trident and placing him in the helishooting chamber*
neptun, slowly tranforming into amer (americium), with their last garbled voice: LONG... LIVE...*screeches, as they are no longer capable of speech that sounds legible*
pluto: restraints. now.
*the restraining collar snaps around amer's neck, the sharp points on the inside convert them to mutism and subservience*
urano: excellent.