What??, Welcome to Antarcticon

[Brandon the Red]

It is an average Spring day in Vulcan City, Michigan. The Birds are chirping, the thugs are breaking people's knee caps, the mad scientists are cackling with maniacal glee, and the eXtras are sitting in the subterranean HQ underneath Vic's Choppers, watching TV. The phone rings, and BtR being the closest to it, answers. Hello, eXtras. Pauses Yes, Yes, one second. Looks to the rest of the group. We have an Agent?
WE HAVE AN AGENT!?
We have an agent!?
Meow?
Well, he did refer to us by name....
Is that Jerry!? Tell him we still need to talk about my residuals from that last signing gig I did!
Everyone stares at VicE for a second then.
Um, yes... We what!? ... What Con!? When!?.... Hold on a second.. looks back to the group. Seems, when we were all wandering around, not really coming back here, Flare answered a call about six months ago confirming that we would be guests for....... back into the phone What was that name again? oh right. Antarcticon, the First, Best, Largest, and Only.... something something something convention on the SEVENTH CONTINENT! How could you confirm us to be guests for a convention in ANTARCTICA!?
I assumed it was just a name. Besides, the other guests on the guest list were Amazing!
That may be true, but this is Antarctica... What's that? Uhhuh bio dome... uhuh... beneath ice.... artificial temperate climate... uhuh holographic sunrise and sunset... brand new four star hotel... And what if we still don't want to go... WHAT!? You're right outsi... The outside proximity alert sounds.

[Flare]

Flare quickly pulled up the security cameras on his laptop. Outside was a limo waiting with a driver tapping his foot and staring at his watch repeatedly like he was running behind and some morons were holding him up. At the door was a man on his cellphone, who looked like he was making several attempts at unlocking the door on the keypad.

Vice gave a grunt, "Good thing I keep that security code changed on a daily basis."

Brandon the Red turned to Flare, "So remind me how you know got yourself so psyched up about a conventions called Antarticon and yet to find out where it was?"

Flare shrugged, "I caught it on a flier at some gaming shop. It was advertising a huge comic book convention with some pretty big names on the list. Hell, even Stan Lee and Todd McFarlane will be there. Heck, I figured Antarti was some kind of comic reference of some sort, kind of like how anime conventions have a japanese word for theirs.

Freedom Fighter in the mean time huddled over Flare's laptop watching the maniac at the door, "So if we go, do we got the time to spend a weekend out in Antartica? Hell, this guy's looking suspicious enough to make you wonder if there's even such a con."

Flare turned to Brandon the Red, "Hey, negotiate us 4 suites..."

"Meow!"

"...and then we'll think about going." Flare then turned to the duck, "No, your not going. Someone has to watch the place."

"meow..."