Stryfe was Not Happy. Although his plans hadn't been endangered much ('Take Over Nemesis AND Fandom After Either Party Wins' didn't really take that much work up front) the defeat was still a frustration.

Damn son of a Summers.

Also, he'd lost his helmet, which meant Stryfe was brooding and typing up MySpace entries on his Blackberry on the beach.

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