Schowz was standing behind some tennis ball shooter that shoots balls towards you at high speeds. All to test your hypermotility, and Ray’s indestructibility. The instructions, the balls shoots at you, you wack it with the bat, and hit it to Ray.

A ball comes racing to you. With quick reflexes, you swing your bat, but hit and burn through the elevator behind Ray.

Ray laughs in a mocking way and taunts. “Miss me, miss me, now you gotta ki-. . .” He trails off his sentence and turns around in embarrassment. He was just realizing what he was about to say.

The infamous rhythm. . .