“We’re like the goddang breakfast club!” Roland, the gunslinger said.

“What exactly brings us together?” Buffy the vampire slayer, who absolutely refused to wear a bra, asked.

Distracted by the aforementioned missing brassiere, the three men at the table were startled when Buffy let out a war cry and slammed her fists on the table. “Men,” she said under her breath.

“We’re here because there’s a job that needs to be done,” Scott, the teen wolf, explained. “And it’s gonna take a little teamwork.”

“If teamwork, it requires,” Master Yoda finally chimed in. “Then teamwork, we must have.”

“Do you always have to speak like that, my little hombre?” Roland asked.

With a sarcastic glint in his eyes, Master Yoda said, “A box of chocolates, life is like. Which one you’re gonna get, you never know.”

Jesus sat down at the table.

“You’re late,” Scott admonished. “Gentlemen and lady, we’re here because the galaxy needs us. All the other heroes have fallen. Darth Supremis must be stopped. We are the only hope.”