Honestly, Jack was not paying too much attention to what Bob was saying. Although every word he spoke was a potential disaster waiting to happen, Jack had noticed that praise did not seem to have any effect on him or the universe at large.

For example, Bob calling Jack a being of supreme power made no difference in reality. So as long as he was singing praises, the consequences of him speaking could be managed. This was a rather advanced way to control what Bob said, and could not be recommended to amateurs or those handling a Bob for the first time.

So as he used his ship like a celestial sledge hammer, smashing through ships, and his crew members ran below deck to man the cannons and test them out, the only thing he paid attention to in regards to Bob was whether or not he was paying compliments. Therefore, Jack missed when Bob was interrupted, and he missed the expression Bob made when he was interrupted.

In Jack's defense, his fairy body, while incredibly strong, was not an immortal, so it lacked the depth of awareness that Lex had.

Bob's signature smile faded, slowly, and it was replaced by the most horrendous scowl. The hairs on Bob's body stood up, making him look like a very angry cat. Then he hissed, and leaped forward.

Space bent. It did not break, nor did it become disfigured, or put a sprain on its surroundings. The space within a Major realm was not so easily broken. But it bent nonetheless, as if it was elastic, all so that it could aid Bob in moving faster.

When the Deity of Chaos struck first, none understood what happened, including Jack. One moment there was a ship, manned by an armed group, resisting the debris from the ships the Jolly Rancher destroyed. The next moment, the entire ship was gone, and its place a black void, as dark as midnight, as silent as the depths of space.

Jack felt, for a moment, that he was looking at a blackhole. But that was not it. The attack had not sucked away the light, nor had it created darkness. No, reality, within that space, ceased to exist, leaving nothing but a true, genuine void. Jack's brain could not comprehend nothingness in its true fashion, and so it replaced it with the color black.

A devastating, indescribable fear spread across the skies as everyone rushed to get away. They had no idea what had happened, and they did not want to find out.

Jack, who finally saw Bob and realized what had happened, looked at the Drama-cat oddly. Jack had, on multiple occasions, fought with and even beat up Bob. It was nothing personal, he'd beaten up everyone in his crew. It was almost every week when one of them tried to become captain and replace him, so he had to constantly put them in their place.

Not once had Bob ever revealed strength anything like this. Come to think of it, Jack had hardly ever seen Bob use divine energy or his deity powers.

A fraction of a second passed by, and the Deity of Entropy attacked. Instead of erasing reality, this time where his body passed, everything seemed to break down. It did not stop working, no not that. Not did it shatter into pieces. No, everything broke down into more fundamental forms of matter.

Shimmering lights represented the energy released from their bodies, holding them together, now freed. Ships turned into sand, bodies turned into carbon, wails turned into wind.

Everything was happening too quickly. No one had time to react, to retaliate, or even defend.

The Deity of Sugar Rushes attacked once more. Rainbows and sparkles erupted and a ship exploded, making it look like Tiny-Sparkles had struck, but that was far from the case.

Fortunately, though Bob unleashed hell and hailfury on his enemies, he did not reveal the power of the Destroyer of Mondays. Perhaps the travesty that had been committed was not yet serious enough to warrant such wanton destruction.

The battle had only just begun, and yet it was over. Not a single cannon shot was fired, much to the dismay of Pebbles, who had grabbed a matchstick the size of his own body, ready to light the fuse.

Bob returned to the ship, feeling quite embarrassed as he had revealed his unkempt state in front of his crew members.

"A billion pardons for my hair," Bob began to say, but Monk couldn't care less.

"Amitabha, fellow Daoist, you have robbed me of the opportunity to deliver mercy. How can I go to hell if I don't kill people? What am I supposed to do if others go to hell? It is clear that I am supposed to suffer, so others may benefit. But the dead can't benefit, you should have at least left one alive."

Though Monk spoke softly, as if he were a real monk, the agitation and frustration in his eyes was evident for all to see.

"You could have at least let me fire one shot," Pebbles complained as he leaned against the matchstick, a forlorn expression painting his face.

"Yeah Bob, I mean, I wanted to test out the ship's abilities," said Jack with a disappointed expression. Although Jack appeared nonchalant, he silently admired the crew's ability to not be intimidated by Bob's power.

Truthfully speaking, the crew had spent some time together, and had overcome some obstacles, but Jack had never questioned any of them about their past, and it was uncertain if they wanted to stay as a part of the crew forever. He personally felt it was unlikely.

It wasn't as if they had sworn some great oath to stay together. They had joined his crew under very casual circumstances, and Jack was prepared for a day where they might leave just as easily.

Yet while many things could be faked, such camaraderie could never be faked. None seemed scared of Bob's power, and in fact, treated him as truly one of their own. Maybe it was because his every word wasn't so lethal these days.

Had he learned to control his power? Jack doubted it.

Just as the crew was hassling Bob, and Jack was wondering if he should examine their prize, another shooting star shot through the sky, this time farther away in space.