Only The Best.

Cyril slapped Rick up side the head casually. "Since it's such a beautiful night, we're going to learn how to destroy things with the Galick Gun!"

"Isn't that the Saiyan move?" Emily asked distastefully. Saiyans were never spoken of too fondly in her house hold.

Rick looked at Emily, "Racist!" Then he thought of the Saiyans he'd met so far, "Err. Actually. Fair point."

"Yes, it is the Saiyan move. And the Tuffles and Saiyans haven't been on the best of terms since the war, Rick." Cyril informed him.

Emily crossed her arms, "Why couldn't we just learn the Kamehameha Wave or something? Isn't that the traditional starting point?"

"War," Rick asked.

Cyril let Emily explain.

"Well, Vegeta, or as it was originally known, Planet Plant was the homeworld of the original Tuffles. Not Bio-Tuffles like me, but real Tuffles with their own bodies. The Saiyans," Emily muttered something unclear about whether or not the Saiyans were native or not. "But anyway, they all lived in primitive villages in the wastelands, like barbarians. The Tuffles in our great cities lived peacefully with them and we rarely even came across each other. Then one day the Saiyans attacked us in an attempt to take our cities! They stood no chance but... something happened. A full moon, which only occurred every few years at best, came about. They destroyed us completely. But Doctor Raichi created us, the Bio-Tuffles, to preserve the race. So yeah, we're pretty bitter about it."

Rick nodded, "Right, then."

"Be that as it may, we're still going to learn Galick Gun. It is more powerful than the Kamahameha Wave," Cyril explained, "and just because the Galick Gun was created by the Saiyans, doesn't mean only the Saiyans can use it."

"Fine." Emily said.

Rick blinked, "I thought only Saiyans could learn the Power Ball."

"Yes, well. It's a heavily guarded secret among them. Besides," Cyril went on, "why the hell would you want to learn Power Ball if you're not a Saiyan?"

"Yeah, that seems kinda stupid." Emily agreed with Cyril.

Rick shrugged, "Good source of light?"

Cyril just stared at Ryuzaki for a moment. "Don't be stupid, Rick." he said simply.
He rubbed his hands together, "Alright then, let's get to down to business!"

Emily began to whistle the rest of the song. Disney truly was universal.

Rick sighed, hoping that an adventure would take them somewhere and that would be the only possible source of light.

"Alright, now, repeat after me." Cyril cleared his throat. "Galick Gun."

"Galick Gun." repeated Emily, a bit confused.

"Galick Gun," Rick said confidently.

"Okay, now scream it really loud. Like someone just destroyed your pride and by screaming this you'll get vengeance."

"GALICK GUN!" Emily shouted, familiar with the feeling, but also feeling a bit ridiculous.

Rick bellowed "GALLLLIIIIICCCCCKKKKKKKK GGGGUUUUUUNNNNN," after painfully remembering a time when his LEGO tower was smashed.

"Perfect!" Cyril exclaimed, "Rick tone it down juuuust a notch, the quicker you can get this out the better."