Dark Flamer: good evening, bitch, you're facing the greatest team of comrades you have ever seen... Dark Twister: oh, you want an autograph, kid? Dark Flamer sighs Dark Shocker: completely silent, his shades reflect you Dark Rocker: ten-hut! Dark Icer: don't make-a me ice you... He said, a chillgar (an ice version of a cigar) in his mouth Dark Waver: ay, tis landlubber shall walk the plank he pointed his hooked hand at you Dark Gemer: reach for the skies he points his revolvers