"Use those powers for good... what does he think I'm doing?!" Snowball exclaimed as he lay on his couch, staring at the ceiling. Sitting in a chair beside him, Tattoo suggested, "Inventing little gadgets and throwing parties for your fans. You've been going over Plato's words for the past three days. Get over it already."

"How am I supposed to do that? If you ask me, I bet he's thinking that I'm not responsible!" Snowball theorized. He was quickly hit on the head by a flying tissue box. Rubbing the spot where he had been hit, the white rabbit glared at Tattoo, who was acting like he had done nothing wrong. Tinkering around with a small circuit board, the tattooed pig murmured, "How about you stop acting like this power of yours is the greatest thing in the world-"

"It is the greatest thing in the world," Snowball replied.

"And actually use them for something! You could become a baker or something," Tattoo finished. Groaning, Snowball complained, "Now you're starting to sound like Plato."

Just then, both animals heard an explosion nearby. Rushing over to the window, Snowball and Tattoo saw what looked like a huge fire somewhere about several blocks away. "Well then, guess I can prove to the both of you that I can use my powers for good," Snowball remarked. He quickly ran off to get his special suit.

"Dude, fire and fire don't go well together!" Tattoo called up the stairs to his pal. Just then, he saw out of the corner of his eye a ball of fire flying towards the scene. "When could Snowball fly?" he muttered.