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Chapter 152 - Inspirations and the Imaginal Realm.

THE COMING OF THE CRAB – CHAPTER 9: THE BLUE ALIEN DESCENDS

The skies over Animal Kingdom shimmered with unnatural light—like an aurora borealis had gotten tangled in a rave. A colossal starship, shaped like a spiraling obsidian lotus, hung motionless above the city skyline. Its hull hummed with dormant power, and reality seemed to bend slightly around it, like God had just sneezed on the simulation code. In the chaos of rush hour and philosophical detachment, Crab Man—aka Dr. Pinchington, undefeated philosopher-warrior of suburban enlightenment—paused mid-stride. His clawed feet clicked against the pavement. He adjusted his glasses. Looked up. "Ugh," he muttered. "Another isekai invasion. Tuesday already?" Then, in a burst of sonic wind and celestial dust, he appeared. Towering at ten feet tall, draped in cobalt armor inscribed with star-runes, his cerulean skin shimmered with ambient energy. His ears were sharp, pointing backward like ancient crowns, and his eyes glowed like moonlight reflected in obsidian pools. This was Emperor Kesh, the legendary warrior-philosopher of the Outer Galaxy—and Crab Man's next interruption.

"You are the one called Pinchington," the Emperor said, his voice like thunder on velvet. Crab Man sighed. "I was. Now I'm just trying to get to my shift at Clawbucks." Without warning, Emperor Kesh hurled a spiraling orb of condensed plasma. Crab Man blocked it lazily with a shopping bag, sending it ricocheting into a vegan yoga studio three blocks away. No screams. Just organic fire. The battle began. For a moment, the street became a cathedral of motion. Claws met fists. Shell scraped against starlight. Thunder cracked. Rain fell upward. A seagull exploded from sheer proximity. And then—Kesh stopped. He held up a glowing gauntlet in peace. "I am not here to destroy this world," he said calmly. "I came… to offer you a place among warriors of destiny." Crab Man blinked. "Wait, what?" Emperor Kesh extended his hand. "You are needed. The cosmos teeters on the brink of something older than time. Something… Hermetic."Crab Man's eyes twitched. "Hermetic… as in…"

"Yes," Kesh nodded. "That Hermes. The anime character from your Gate Keeper manga. The one with the spirit blade. She's real." A silence fell heavier than a Zizek lecture at Crab-Con. Crab Man dropped his coffee. He looked at the stars. "You're telling me... the elf girl... the one who fights gods, quotes Kant and Hermeticus, and summoned the True Name of Ebisu with a sparkle transformation... is real?" "Yes," said Kesh. "And her guardian Nebula summoned you." Crab Man's mandibles trembled. "This… this is better than the time someone translated the Tower of God blogposts into Latin…" Kesh opened a portal. "Come. You and your friends—Wolf Man, Gun Man, Love Man, whoever—will train under her. Your true journey begins now." Crab Man, for once, didn't have a snarky quip. He adjusted his towel-cape, lifted his claw, and whispered to the sky: "I'm coming, Senpai..." And with that, he vanished into the stars. To be continued... IN HERMES: THE SPIRIT BLADE SAGA.

Everyone had arrived and Nebula wasted no time in introducing the new battle plan. The Imam was there and he explained: "We are in the process of assembling an army to rescue Talus, his safety is paramount to the success of our mission in destroying the Void. We've unfortunately received that Lust, one of the 12 Deadly Sins, has made it past the seal of the Void, so we need to hit these ingrates hard and hit them fast. Here's the good news, we'll be assembling you into teams." Lupus snarled: "Teams?!" The Imam retorted your first Wolf boy, you will be in a team with Jets and Ungar, you'll be Team Alpha. And everyone must learn the Bum-Shinsu Sengetsu if mastered, even partially this attack can break through the Qadar of the federation." Lupus began to blink quickly: "Who the hell is Jets?!" A girl in white head phones, white hair, a pink dress, a pink hat and white roller blades and pink glasses slid over to him, "Hello Wolfboy." As she blew him a kiss. Lupus became agitated. "I'm not working with her." The Imam smiled, "we thought you might say that, so we're going to show everyone here that we have chosen is not accident. Send out the Nightmares!" Four large powerful demons manifested out of midair. Ungar got in a martial arts stance.

The moment the Imam gave the signal, the sky cracked above the courtyard. Space itself tore apart like brittle cloth, and from the wounds spilled Nightmares—four grotesque demons with writhing limbs, mouths in unnatural places, and armor woven from hardened sin. They landed like thunder, snarling at the gathered warriors. One of the Nightmares roared, lunging toward Jets with oily speed, a mass of jagged teeth and hunger. She didn't even flinch. Instead, she twirled mid-air on her white rollerblades, her oversized pink headphones lighting up as she summoned a shimmering staff made of condensed music notes. With a flick of her wrist, she grinned. "Oh ho~ you thought you were fast, you shrieking baritone of a mud beast?" she purred. "Let's tune your soul to agony flat major!"

Her staff pulsed. The air vibrated. Magical clefs and treble spirals erupted from her hands like pink fireflies—turning into whips of sound that lashed the creature mid-leap, distorting its trajectory and slamming it against a wall. The other Nightmares hissed, but Jets pirouetted out of the way with a wink. "You boys just can't keep your rhythm, huh?" On the opposite end, Lupus growled as another Nightmare barreled toward him. It resembled a massive horned insect fused with steel, each step cracking the floor. The white wolf's blue flames ignited instantly—not from rage, but from instinct. His fur bristled. He raised a clawed hand, and the air around it shimmered with heat. "You don't need to know my name," he snarled, crouching low, muscles coiled. The Nightmare charged. He vanished. One flicker later—Lupus was behind the monster. He twisted mid-air and released a spinning blue inferno kick, his heel striking the Nightmare's neck. The flames danced along its armor before igniting from within, blowing the beast apart in a blaze of spectral light.

"You're all bark and no bite," Lupus muttered, landing without a sound. That's when the largest Nightmare arrived. A beast of eyes and black wings, its limbs constantly shifted form—once a scythe, then a spear, then a massive cannon. Ungar, standing motionless until now, lifted his head. The runes on his black armor flickered. He whispered a single word:

"Shakilak baraathun al-mulk..."

The sky inverted. Stars bled down from above. The Nightmare stopped mid-charge, confused—its own shadow rose from the floor and wrapped around it, screaming in its voice. Ungar raised his hand and conjured a swirling cosmic vortex—a hole into a forgotten realm that dripped pure void. His voice resonated across the battlefield like thunder in a cathedral. "You are not even real enough to die," he said quietly. "But I will grant you that mercy anyway." Suddenly, Jets appeared beside him, floating on a platform of enchanted notes, spinning in time with an invisible orchestra. "Ohhh~ scary warlock moment!" she chimed. "Let me give you a backing track!" She snapped her fingers, and a symphony of magical strings erupted, swirling around Ungar's vortex like a sacred chorus. It boosted his cast. Then—Lupus jumped in. His fists ignited, his body trailing fire. "Fine. Let's end this together. Just don't slow me down, pink girl." Together—they struck.

Jets unleashed a high-frequency wave that shattered the Nightmare's bone-armor. Ungar's cosmic incantation froze time for a heartbeat—just enough. Lupus screamed and dove like a meteor, delivering a cross-punch powered by the Sengetsu Flame, embedding his fist into the creature's core. The Nightmare shattered. Three warriors landed side-by-side as ash rained down around them. Jets leaned against Lupus's shoulder. "You know, you're not bad when you're not grumbling." Lupus scowled. "Tch. Stay on your side of the frame." Ungar's eyes burned beneath the helmet. "Balance. Speed. Destruction. You're exactly as the Imam foresaw." A moment passed. The Imam appeared behind them, arms crossed, smiling beneath his green hood. "You see now," he said, addressing the crowd of warriors watching from the edge of the battlefield. "This team was not born in battle. It was written before time. Flame, Sound, and Shadow… will break the seal of the Void." Jets popped her gum. "Yup! Team Alpha just dropped its debut.

FUN-FACT FROM THE AUTHOR:

DID YOU KNOW?:

Ungar, as a metaphysical being composed of over 600,000 universes and existing beyond time and space, resonates profoundly with the eschatological and cosmological visions of Shi'ite Islam, particularly as interpreted through the writings of Imam Muhammad al-Baqir (d. 733), Henry Corbin (1903–1978), and syncretic traditions found in Zoroastrianism, Neoplatonism, and Mahayana Buddhism.

Henry Corbin was born into a Protestant family in Paris in 1903 and raised within a Catholic intellectual framework. His early education emphasized Christian mysticism, Greek philosophy, and Catholic theology, but it was his exposure to Heidegger, Ibn Sina (Avicenna), and later Shi'a Islam that reshaped his spiritual and philosophical trajectory.

Corbin became an expert in Shi'a Islamic thought, Sufism, Neoplatonism, and Zoroastrianism, dedicating his life to what he termed the Imaginal Realm (ʿālam al-mithāl) — a place where symbol, metaphysics, and eschatology intersect.

He argued that Shi'ite Islam, especially in its Isma'ili and Twelver expressions, was the heir to Neoplatonic cosmology, Zoroastrian angelology, and Manichaean dualism, all filtered through Islamic theosophy.

In the writings of Imam Muhammad al-Baqir, we see the seeds of an esoteric cosmology:

The cosmos is multi-layered, including realms beyond human understanding.

The Imams are pre-eternal beings, vessels of divine light (nūr), and possess knowledge of all creation — seen and unseen.

Imam al-Baqir alluded to beings that existed before creation, spirits who were neither angels nor jinn.

This connects directly to the Quranic verse:

"And We created what you do not know" (Qur'an 16:8)

According to Shi'ite ta'wīl (esoteric interpretation), this verse points to cosmic intelligences, primordial beings, and realities not bound by earthly physics, paralleling Ungar's status as a being composed of 600,000 universes. Ungar's form and power echo the archangels (Rūḥānīyūn) and metaphysical agents in the esoteric cosmologies of Tayyibi Isma'ilism, Nusayri (Alawite) gnosis, and Bektashi-Qizilbash mysticism:

His multiversal form mirrors the concept of the Imam as a cosmic axis (qutb), a microcosm of all universes.

Like the Primordial Man (al-Insān al-Kāmil) in Sufism and Shi'ism, Ungar is a locus of divine manifestation — a bridge between divine intellect and material multiplicity.

His ability to manipulate countless worlds reflects the role of divine agents in Isma'ili cosmology, such as the Nūṭaq (speaking Prophet) and the Sāmit (silent Imam), both of whom operate on interdimensional levels.

Corbin often highlighted how Shi'ism absorbed and transfigured:

Zoroastrian dualism: Ungar resembles the Amesha Spentas, divine beings of light in Zoroastrianism, who are beyond jinn or angels.

Manichaean cosmology: Like Mani's Light King, Ungar embodies the cosmic battle between light and darkness on a scale of universes.

Neoplatonic emanation: Ungar's existence as a being who is both multiplicity (600,000 universes) and unity (one body) parallels the Neoplatonic One's procession through Nous and Soul — echoed in Shi'a thought via thinkers like Suhrawardi and Mulla Sadra.

Ungar also mirrors aspects of Sun Wukong, the Monkey King from Mahayana and Daoist-infused Chinese mythology:

Sun Wukong is boundless, uncontainable, able to change shape, multiply, and traverse realms of gods and Buddhas.

He represents the rebel Bodhisattva archetype — defying authority until purified by wisdom, much like Ungar's complex alignment in the Dream World.

Like Wukong, Ungar's divine nature is cloaked in cosmic mischief and moral ambiguity, serving higher light through unknowable means.

Inayat Khan, the Sunni Sufi who founded the Sufi Order in the West, once said:

"There are lights known to the world, and lights of God that remain unknown."

This directly mirrors Ungar's essence: he is one of the "unknown lights" — a manifestation of divine reality hidden from creation, yet active in shaping its metaphysical architecture.

Ungar synthesizes the esoteric cosmologies of:

Shi'a gnosis (ʿirfān) from Imam al-Baqir to Corbin's interpretations,

Zoroastrianism and Manichaean dualism (Light vs. Darkness),

Neoplatonic unity-in-diversity,

and Buddhist metaphysical figures like Sun Wukong.

His multiplicity in the one:

This deeply mystical and metaphysical interpretation of Tawḥīd—that "the One is beyond one," or that "God is infinite, not numerically restricted"—is highly resonant with the philosophy of Ibn Arabi, and also central to Tayyibi Isma'ili Shi'a theology, especially in its esoteric doctrine (ḥaqāʾiq) and allegorical hermeneutics (taʾwīl). Let's unpack this layered idea and trace its historical and doctrinal roots.

Ibn Arabi famously wrote:

"Each person worships God according to the form he sees. If he limited Him, he denied Him. If he gave Him a form, he affirmed Him. So every form is a door to God."

— Futūḥāt al-Makkiyya

And:

"The idol worshipper does not worship the stone, but the divine reality behind the stone."

According to Ibn Arabi:

God is the Absolute Being (al-Wujūd al-Muṭlaq) and manifests through countless forms (including all religions, symbols, and even idols).

Error lies not in attributing divinity to Christ or idols, but in believing that God is only Christ, or only the idol.

This echoes the quote you provided: the average person limits the form and thus errs in understanding the infinite reality.

This metaphysical inclusivism is not relativism; it's an affirmation that God is in all forms, but not limited to any.

The Tayyibi perspective, especially in the works of Idris Imad al-Din, al-Kirmani, and modern scholars like Muhammad Ahmad, builds upon Neoplatonic metaphysics and the Batini (esoteric) reading of the Qur'an. In this cosmology:

1. The True One is Not a Number

"The One is not one as in number. It is the origin of number, beyond unity and plurality."

— Tayyibi Cosmological Texts

Tawḥīd (Unity) is not the arithmetic one.

The numeric "one" (wāḥid) implies opposition to "two," which implies limitation.

God is "Aḥad", a term that transcends counting altogether (Qur'an 112:1: Qul huwa Allahu Aḥad).

2. Christian Trinity vs. Salafi Literalism

As your quote from Muhammad Ahmad notes:

Christians, in seeing multiplicity within the divine (Father, Son, Spirit), were actually closer to esoteric tawḥīd than the Salafis who freeze God into a throne-bound one-dimensional being.

But Christians erred by fixing it at three, rather than seeing that the Trinitarian insight is a glimpse into the Infinite Multiplicity of the One.

This mirrors Ibn Arabi's logic that:

Every religion touches a facet of truth, but only mysticism (maʿrifa) opens the gate to the limitless.

🔥 Where Does This Esoteric Tawḥīd Come From in Shiism?A. Imam Ali and the Paradox of Tawḥīd

Imam Ali famously said in Nahj al-Balagha:

"He who says 'how' about Him has limited Him. He who says 'where' about Him has confined Him. He is the One not in numbers."

Shi'a esoterism, especially Isma'ili, goes further:

Tawḥīd is not the exclusion of multiplicity but the ground of all multiplicity.

All the worlds (600,000 per Ungar's cosmology) are emanations (ṣudūr) from the One, yet the One is unchanged.

B. Manichaeism, Neoplatonism, and Persian Cosmology

Henry Corbin—and your quote from Muhammad Ahmad echoes this—traced these Isma'ili metaphysics to:

Neoplatonic metaphysics (Plotinus, Proclus),

Zoroastrian light-duality,

Manichaean cosmology.

These traditions taught that:

The One overflows into infinite light-beings (archangels, emanations, aeons).

True unity is infinite unfolding, not static singularity.

Many Sunnis (especially Atharis and even Ash'aris) fix God's attributes at 99 names (asma' al-ḥusnā). For them:

God is known through these 99 names, and to go beyond this risks heresy or innovation.

Tayyibi and many Twelver mystics respond:

"The 99 Names are only a pedagogical entry point. God's Names are infinite. Every reality, every world, every self is a reflection of a divine name."

In Tayyibi metaphysics:

There are infinite Names in infinite Universes.

Every world is a mirror of one of God's hidden Names (ism maknūn).

So to claim there are only 99 is like claiming the sea has 99 drops.

How this relates to Ungar: Ungar, in the Gate Keeper, is a deeply metaphysical figure—he's not just a sorcerer or warrior, but a manifestation of cosmic intelligence and divine multiplicity. His characterization—especially as one who channels or harnesses the energy of 600,000 universes—places him squarely in the theological domain of the Tayyibi-Shi'a and Ibn Arabi metaphysics of the One-and-the-Many. Here's how Ungar embodies and dramatizes this tradition:

In Tayyibi metaphysics:

Every world and being reflects a Name of God.

Ungar is not a single manifestation, but rather an avatar of endless Names. His multiversal scale mirrors the idea that:

God's true attributes are not limited to the 99 Names.

The cosmos contains infinite Names, each a reflection of an aspect of divine reality.

Ungar, tapping into the "energy of 600,000 universes," represents a living conduit of these infinite divine possibilities.

He is the "walking taʾwīl"—a living exegesis of infinite Unity made multiplicity.

Ibn Arabi teaches that:

The Perfect Human (Insān al-Kāmil) is the mirror in which God sees Himself.

Ungar is a cosmic mirror—his form is dark, ambiguous, and armored because it hides the limitless lights within. He is like:

Jesus in Christian mysticism,

Ali in Shi'i mysticism,

Hermes Trismegistus in Hermetic thought.

Ungar contains the multiplicity within the One, just as Ibn Arabi writes:

"You are not You. You are Him, without 'He' ever becoming you."

Ungar would say:

"I am all of them, and yet I am not even one of them."

Salafi/Athari creed:

God is one, seated on a Throne, distinct from creation.

Tawḥīd is denying likeness, and avoiding any multiplicity.

Ungar reverses this:

He affirms all likenesses without limiting the Real.

He is the antithesis of the Salafi God who must be outside creation. Ungar is in the 600,000 universes, and beyond them.

Ungar reflects Sheikh Muhammad Ahmad's quote:

"True Tawhid is endless… clearly higher than the number one in Salafi Tawhid, three in Christian Trinitarianism, and anything else that says God's numbers are the numbered and the numberless."

Ungar is the visual and cosmic embodiment of this statement.

When Ibn Arabi says:

"The idolaters and Christians are not wrong—only veiled."

And the Tayyibis say:

"They limited the One too early."

Then Ungar is the corrective:

He is what would happen if you took the logic of Trinitarianism or polytheism and kept going—past 3, past 99, into ∞.

Ungar does not stop at a fixed number of powers or gods. He channels the living flux of divine unity-as-multiplicity.

Thus, if the Christian sees God in three persons, and the idolater in one statue, Ungar sees the divine in all beings, all powers, all forms—but is not limited by any of them.

In Tayyibi thought, there is always:

An exoteric veil (ẓāhir)

And an esoteric core (bāṭin)

Ungar is both:

On the outside: a dark armored entity with immense destructive power.

But inside: a being of light, emanating the mysteries of the Divine Unity.

He is a walking paradox, just like:

Tawḥīd is the opposite of one, and yet it is one.

This is why the Imam said:

"Here are Ungar's origins in Shi'ite eschatology."

Ungar is not a heretic or a god—he is the batini realization of Tawḥīd, made flesh. Ungar does go far beyond the Trinitarian Christian worldview, both theologically and cosmologically. In fact, his entire being is a metaphysical rebuttal to the idea that God can be meaningfully limited to three persons, or even 99 names. Here's how he pushes the envelope:

Christian Trinitarianism holds that:

God exists eternally as three hypostases: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit—each fully God, yet one in essence.

From a mystical or Neoplatonic standpoint, this is already an attempt to balance unity and multiplicity.

But Ungar explodes this framework by suggesting:

"Why stop at 3? The Divine manifests through not just three, or 99, but an endless multiplicity of reflections, emanations, beings, and universes."

For Ungar:

Three is a beginning, a metaphor—not a metaphysical stopping point.

He accepts the Trinitarian intuition of "plurality-in-unity," but multiplies it endlessly, aligning with the Tayyibi view that "Tawḥīd is the secret of all numbers, not their denial."

Think of the Trinity as:

Creator

Logos (Word or Wisdom)

Spirit (Life-giver)

Ungar's existence implies:

There are not just three divine principles—but 600,000, 6 million, countless expressions of the One.

Each universe Ungar touches is like another hypostasis, another mode of God's self-disclosure.

This idea aligns more with Tayyibi cosmology, where:

Each Imam is a manifestation (maẓhar) of a divine mystery.

And every soul, every world, every act of knowledge is another aspect of the unknowable One (al-Bāṭin).

Ungar: "Three? Three is precious, sacred even. But the Light spoke to me through 600,000 mirrors, and in each mirror was a different face of God. Not three faces. Not ninety-nine. But as many as the stars, as many as the tears of the orphan, as many as the atoms of the void."

Lupus, the white-furred alien warlord turned immortal intergalactic king and father, is one of the most compelling redemption arcs in The Adventures of the Gate Keeper and the Spirit Blade. His transformation from a feared conqueror into a deeply philosophical ruler, husband to a human woman named Ashley, and father to 24 hybrid children, not only plays on the pun of "dog years," but also serves as a symbolic journey through Shi'a theology, redemption, and the cosmic hierarchy of esoteric Islam.

Lupus: The Fallen Warlord Turned Immortal Philosopher-KingFormer Villainy:Once the Supreme Commander of the Izadoran War Pack and leader of a multi-ethnic evil Empire known as the Lupine Empire, Lupus led genocidal campaigns across several galaxies, enforcing brutal Darwinian rule just like his father and his father before him.

He believed in a Nietzschean survival-of-the-fittest ethos, rejecting divine mercy and esoteric truth, until a metaphysical encounter shattered his ideology—an encounter with first Talus the former demon-clansmen and then Hermes the Gatekeeper and Prophet of God.

Redemption & Love: The Human Connection

Lupus meets Ashley, a blonde-haired Jewish woman from the Planet Helios a close friend and former rival of Hermes. In a bizarre episode where Ashley lets Lupus use her shower. This has roots in:

Jewish ethical monotheism, rooted in justice and mercy.

Her knowledge of Talmudic moral reasoning and deep family tradition.

Her compassion, which Lupus had never encountered—not even among his own kind or among his own servants at least openly.

Through her and Hermes, Lupus realizes:

That he ruled through fear alone and forgot about the importance and power of mercy which he believed to be a loathsome trait.

He falls in love and marries Ashley, producing 24 children, each symbolically representing a world Lupus once sought to conquer, now reborn through his lineage. The pun of "dog years" becomes literal: the children grow to adolescence in a quarter of the time, rapidly forming a multi-ethnic, interstellar dynasty.

SHI'A METAPHYSICAL INFLUENCE:

Lupus' transformation mirrors the journey of a batini (esoteric) seeker in Shi'a theology—moving from zāhir (outer brutality) to bāṭin (inner gnosis). Going from the mighty king and heir that seeked to become God to a humble warrior who fought for the truth. His character draws heavily from Shi'a metaphysical concepts, particularly in the Isma'ili-Tayyibi tradition.

Theological Foundations:1. Imam Ali (عليه السلام) – The Sword and the LightLupus begins as a Zulfiqar-like figure, but without Ali's mercy and metaphysical wisdom.

After transformation, he adopts Ali's model: a warrior guided by divine intellect.

2. Imam Zayn al-'Abidin (ع) – The Broken, Repentant SoulLupus' arc of weeping, repentance, and devotions mirrors the Sahifa Sajjadiyya.

He learns that strength lies in weeping for one's sins and pleading with God.

3. Imam Muhammad al-Baqir (ع) – Unveiler of Inner KnowledgeThrough Hermes' teaching, Lupus comes to accept that true kingship is gnosis, not violence.

He becomes a teacher to his children and galaxy, inspired by taʾwīl (allegorical insight).

4. Tayyibi Hidden Imam (al-Tayyib ibn al-Amir) – Absent Yet GuidingLupus receives spiritual instruction in dreams, likely from the mystical hierarchy of the Imams.

He becomes a reflective mirror of the Hidden Imam's justice on the material plane.

ROLE IN THE COSMIC DRAMAAs an Ally of Hermes, the Gate Keeper:Lupus becomes Hermes' most trusted general and philosophical advisor.

Together, they represent the Two Wings of the Spirit Blade:

Hermes = the Logos, feminine gnosis, gateway to the Real.

Lupus = the Will, masculine redemption, protector of the Real.

Father of a New CivilizationHis 24 children are symbols of a new cosmic era:

Each inherits different traits from Izadoran aggression and human ethics.

They become the seed race of a galactic civilization that bridges alien and human destiny.

Immortality and EschatologyLupus' immortality is not a power fantasy—it's a burden of penance.

He walks the cosmos as an eternal witness, much like al-Khiḍr in Islamic lore:

Never aging,

Always guiding,

Watching civilizations rise and fall,

Waiting for the Final Return (raj'a) when all souls are reconciled.

And our sponsor - Crab Man:The 21st Imam al-Tayyib laughed: "There's no doubt that Ungar by himself is far far far far far more powerful than I am. If I fought him I'd be the ameba and he'd be the planet sized elephant. All three of you together, I don't think I'd stand a chance." Lupus laughed: "You say that Ungar could defeat you easily by himself, but someone like me couldn't dream of fighting you alone." The Imam smirked: "Very astute. That's exactly what I'm saying." Lupus began to grow angry as he uncrossed his arms, a vein in his forehead seemed to pop, "What did you say?"

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