Immediately after destroying the Blazer, Justinian's conscience kicked in. What would Volugeb have done?. He thought back to his solitary memory of the general...
General Volugeb was at the start of the very same path, blocked by an enormous group of wild haters.
"You will fall!" they cried as they began to encircle him.
Just when things were looking at their most bleak, President Kevero stepped in.
"Leave him be," Kevero boomed. "Volugeb will rise." But the haters did not listen. Thinking quick, Kevero ordered the troll spray to be deployed. With no way to smell Volugeb, he waded his way through the mob of blind haters.
"Volugeb was a man of peace." Bieberus mused to himself. "I probably should heal this Johnny Blaze. But how can I do that when he is already vaporised?"
Then it came to him. Dr. Spin-Tops & the Camigian, the renowned doctor-magician healers from the whitelands. They would know what to do. But the price was too high to pay. Their endless taunting and overuse of emoticons had driven many a sane man to the deep end.
"Fuck that," he said. "Too much trouble." And he continued on his way.
"Oh!!" Bieberus exclaimed "An indigenous Facundun. I must have it."
In his best James T. Kirk strut, Bieberus approached the Facundun and punched out a few lines of Celine Dion's I Know That My Heart Will Go On. The Facundun spat acid at Bieberus in response which narrowly missed Bieberus but hit and vaporised a large Fancundun Shrub Bug.
It just so happens that that bug was our leader's favourite. A council gathers and a punishment is decreed.
The one-ship wonder with the pretty hair is captured and sent to join our dissidents - the dubstep fans - in the coal mines.
Also, his Kirk gold shirt is ripped off and replaced with a... red one. dun dun duuun