Jessy, aka Mr. Saturday, couldn't care less about whatever Riley was saying. The only thing he cared about was that he couldn't move at all no matter how much he tried.
When Riley held him the first time, he could at least feel himself moving at least an inch. But now, try as he might with all his might, he couldn't even move a single millimeter—his eyes couldn't even tremble even though they desperately wanted and needed to.
He tried to shrink himself in an effort to set himself free, but he felt his skin and flesh stretch. If he continued, he would've probably torn his head and limbs off.
And what was he even saying?
Megawoman roams their skies from time to time? Wasn't she supposed to be retired?
The last he heard, people were saying that she was already off-planet and was lightyears away from them.
