*4 weeks later*

Moore comes to chained to a wall somewhere in Thailand. Velo, Samson, and Bjorn come raging through armed with machine guns and robot armor. After a kick out.

I hope I didn't five you a tumor with that last thrashing. In your haze, you single handedly triggered world war 3, and good Gods man, they've sewed you protozoan dick to your forehead. Let's get you out of here quick, you must go back in time and stop yourself from getting your ass kicked by me. It's the only way to avert this disaster.