Thunderous footsteps reverberate through the conference hall from outside. They can only belong to Mecha Cupid. It is confirmed when his massive four-foot-wide fists tear the ceiling open. People scramble to dodge raining debris as his robotic voice booms, "MC Mecha Cupid in da house! Everybody get ready to party!"

He begins drawing a missile on his bow, angling it toward the hole in preparation to begin one of his infamous missile barrages of love when he notices the slide still projected on the wall.

"Singularity, huh? No one stays single on my watch! Huh huh huh huh," he laughs robotically. He opens fire, releasing a flurry of missiles, each subsequent draw of his bowstring a blur. Each "arrow" follows a unique trajectory, curving toward a distinct target.