Dr. Damion was indeed in mixed feelings, he had captured almost all the recruits from the resistance, but Lost captivity of Private and 6 other recruits. He then refocused his goals, it was time for a new plan. "I have an excellent idea," detto Dr. Damion, getting up from his chair and heading to his security room. He entered the room and saw Johnston sitting in his chair of the security room, he spun it around so quickly that Johnston screamed. "Aaaahhh!!! Good afternoon Doctor!!" detto Johnston surprised. "I'm going to leave for now Johnston to bring back the preserved minds of the più recente geniuses of modern time," detto Dr. Damion, grabbing Johnston close to him. "Alright sir," detto Johnston, trembling. "While I'm gone, I need te to watch things for me, and also make sure no infiltrations of the Resistance make it here," detto Dr. Damion specifically. "Aye sir!! I won't fail you!!" saluted Johnston. Dr. Damion then threw him back onto the chair and headed off to a shed with a wide door leading outside, inside the shed was a single spacecraft that was built to hold 4 people inside. "You see Kowalski, even I mastered spazio travel," detto Dr. Damion, smiling in his charmingly evil grin.
The spacecraft first landed in Pennsylvania's Morgue, where the brain of Albert Einstein was supposedly held, Dr. Damion landed here to begin his scavenger hunt. He walked into the preserving room, carefully walking through broken glass and debris, he saw his treasure. The Brain of Albert Einstein, in several cranial hemisphere pieces, but preserved so beautifully even to this extent of time. He picked up the preserving jar holding the marvelous brain, and smiled. "Within this jar, I, Doctor Ignatious Damion Keller, hold the first accounts of genius, the arguably most brilliant mind in the world, I shall uncover Albert Einstein's secrets, his thoughts, his high capabilities, the possibilities of how much I can achieve are endless!!!" yelled Dr. Damion, carefully taking the jar and putting it into the spacecraft's preserving specimens shelf, where it will be secure and safe, but in the wrong flippers. He started up the craft, preparing for Buffalo, New York. "Before this giorno is done, I will have the brains of superminds such as Albert Einstein, Vladimir Lenin, and the miraculous Stephen Hawking," detto Dr. Damion, smiling greatly with pride.
"Private, pass the beefsteak rations," detto Alvandier. "Aye sir!!" saluted Private, opening a large bucket of what looked like dried up cacao powder. "This is beefsteak?" asked Julien. "Ah, but that's where you're wrong King Julien," detto Kowalski. As a small pile of the powder was poured into each rebel's plates, Alvandier pushed a button, then small hoses added a single drop of water onto each plate of the rebels, on the powder, then suddenly, in the blink of an eye, it fizzes up and turned into a loaf of premium grilled beefsteaks. "Woah!!" shouted Lilly and Hannah. "I Amore that response," detto Kowalski. "Now men, enjoy the rations!!" shouted Alvandier. "Who'd a thought a ration in this army was an entire beefsteak with chicken tenders and water!!" yelled Private happily. "I wonder what a full meal is..." detto King Julien. Then, everyone laughed at his comment. "Let's eat!!" yelled Hannah, tossing everyone a fork and a knife. Everyone soon started eating. The bistecca was indeed as delicious as it looked. It was a smoky flavor on the first bite, all the flavors would explode in your mouth, then inside, it was a juicy, tender, beef, grilled to a charred outer area, and tenderized on the inner areas. As for the chicken tenders, they were crispy on the outer skin, but so fleshy inside that it completed what the beefsteak didn't fill in.
"Oh my, this is delicious Alvandier, just that right hint of flavor ain't it?" asked Hannah. "I would like to thank Amadeus here for cooking this brilliant "just add water" food," detto Alvandier, raising the cook's flipper high. "Eh, I'm glad we escaped that terrible place, it looks like we got a very good deal out of this after all," detto Lilly. "Not yet, Dr. Damion, is still out there, we don't know what he's up to, but his plans are endless, the only way to stop him for good, is to completely terminate him, that's his only fear, and he knows it, death," detto Kowalski. "Death is his only fear?" asked Private. "Indeed it is, he fears it più than anything, he has studied several years of his life just trying to find the REAL Eternal Elixer. He expects to stop his aging da using any compatible organs from his victims, transplanting them as his, in fact, his left kidney and liver, aren't even his, they came from a poor female pinguino he used to have in his prison," detto Kowalski. "Was that same female pinguino drowned to death?" asked Hannah. "Yes, it was," detto Kowalski. "Oh my.... So if I'm captured this time, he'll kill me as well, then possibly rip out my lungs o heart," detto Hannah, clutching nervously at her chest in a sickening matter.
"Give me the brain already, te worthless scum!!!" yelled Dr. Damion, kicking the Bear's head so roughly it snapped his neck. He laughed as his victim, who so desperately attempted to protect the brain of Stephen Hawking, had failed, but the orso did his damage as well. Dr. Damion saw blood dripping on the floor, and he knew it wasn't the Bear's blood. "Only a few minor lacerations, easily dealt with in my medical vicinity," detto Damion, grabbing a gauze and wrapping up the slices on his side. "But just in case...." he thought, getting a transmission and sending "Kill the younger rebel and remove his liver, intestines, and spleen whenever I send te this symbol: ¥" to Johnston. Dr. Damion then began his thoughts again. "How charming this universe is, how endless it seems, but what I want is humble compared to this endless rumble. I only want control of the Solar System, and possibly sposta onto the galaxy, beginning my staging. I'm 46 years old, so I'm desperately aging. I live to be evil and my heart, oh yes, is blacker than the darkest, coldest, sheets of space. How beautiful it is, this life, this planet, why I like-....No, I Amore the harmony of living things, how graceful, and charming, as my sharp accent, and peaceful as a mere blue sky. Until I come and take it all away, killing grace, stopping balance, and making the symbol of death, apparent in that blood red sky!!!" he sang harmoniously. "You'll never forget who I am, not ever, for I am what I am, and that would be.... Oh yes.... Me," he sang, with a slight laugh. He then looked around, checking for anything else, then headed back to his spacecraft, preparing for Moscow, Russia.