Throwing his paws up in the air in exasperation, Snowball cried, "Does everyone just waltz right on into my home these days without knocking?!" Similiar to what Ozone had done earlier, Plato gently tapped the wall with a closed fist. Snowball groaned as he looked up at the ceiling. "To be fair boss, you do let random animals into your place like all the time. I don't see why you're having a problem with this," Tattoo piped up from where he was still reading the newspaper on the couch.

"Another word from you and you'll make a fine tasty breakfast," Snowball muttered.

"But you're vegan-" Tattoo quickly shut up when Snowball's paw burst into flames.

"Snowball, I just want to point out that you need to stop acting like you're some big celebrity," Plato spoke as he took a seat at the kitchen table. Standing yet while making sure Ozone didn't suddenly stab him in the back, Snowball replied, "But I am a big celebrity. I invent things and give them to the people out there."

"The Car Disco Ball, where a miniature disco ball can suddenly drop down from the ceiling of your car and you can have a party while going on a road trip. That thing sounds dangerous and stupid at the same time," Ozone recalled one invention.

"And I was not a fan of the Pizza Pancake," Plato admitted. Huffing while he ignored the shocked look on Tattoo's face, Snowball rubbed his forehead as he muttered, "Your point?"

"You're the Fire Devil. You have a gift that hardly no one else has ever had. Shouldn't you be using that for good?" Plato lectured. Rolling his blue eyes, Snowball mumbled, "I do use it for good... at times. What, you know and work with other people with superpowers?" A wistful expression crossed over the bloodhound's face as he recalled, "I was only a rookie when I met my first superhero. I met my second when I became police chief."

"Fascinating," Snowball commented sarcastically.

"Snowball, I'm being serious," Plato responded, standing up and walking away while Ozone followed him, "Use those powers for good."