(As LeeRoy has lost his battle, I shall go through the process of revival as detailed in his Character Sheet.)

Watching the man escape the blast radius was insult to injury, he'd accidentally blown himself up and somehow the guy knew about it? It was nonsense, but LeeRoy's frustrations were soon to grow worse. Down the hallway that his body was smeared across the actual sound of a band playing music rang out, and LeeRoy's day was only going to get worse. 

'You just had to blow up, didn't you?'

[i]This time it wasn't my fault.[/i]

'And last time? You said it wasn't last time too.'

[i]I was lying.[/i]

'Course.'

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The blasting of trumpets rang out as a massive deep turquoise hand wrapped around the corner at the end of the hallway. The guards who hadn't rushed to the other end of the hallway stared in awe and fear at this new being had come out of nowhere with deafeningly loud music blasting from thin air. One poor sod tried to shoot at the newly appeared god, we all know what happens when you make a god angry. There's a new beautiful pillar of salt adorning the hallways of the Angar-Ryllan flagship now, in case you were wondering. 

A deep and melodic voice came from around the corner, the hand not moving from its position wrapped around the wall. "MMmm-Mmph! Ooh, baby, the King is back and he knows exactly what he's here for!" With a groan LeeRoy's consciousness watched helplessly as an annoying show as being put on nearby. "Oh yes, I know exactly what dish is served up today." Impossibly he showed up from the doorway opposite of the one he was reaching through, his hand still hanging on to the other door. "Y'all know what that wish is baby?" 

"Of course."

'Get on with it!' The two were in agreement about only one thing, LeeRoy's 'patron god' was an asshole extraordinaire with an unnecessary love for flair. 

The hand clinging to the door corner let go and snapped around the entirety of whatever circle he was forming with it, sending the blue god into a tornado of Mask-Like proportions, cleaning up the gore that was once LeeRoy in one quick motion and spitting it out into clean little bricks of gore. "Somebody's body is no longer a body, and that somebody needs some new body parts." A three pronged grin crossed his face, the split in his chin widening to show teeth lining it as well. "And I think that somebody is LeeRoy, isn't it?" In a sarcastic way he looked at the place where LeeRoy's consciousness was forced to stand. "I can't tell, the mess was so bad that even MY eyes can't tell. Oh what a shame that I'll have to forcibly revive whoever this is, an then I'll have to take something away from him or her." 

'Oh you're just hamming it up aren't you, you cocky blue SOB!'

Oh and he was, the God's hands touched eachother at the palm and a thin black stick formed between them. the blue hand gripped the staff and he worked his magic. In an almost bibbity boppity boo fashion he tapped the pile of blood bricks on the ground. This was followed by the most grotesque sound imaginable. You know what sound that is? The sound of bones growing back, organs reforming, muscles stitching themselves back together, and skin congealing like skin on pudding. All of this horrendous noise making was followed by LeeRoy's screams of agony, and then silence as he falls to his knees. "You're a bastard." 

'Uh, LeeRoy?'

The scientist clutched his throat wide eyed, realizing that something was horribly wrong with his voice. "You changed it!? My voice!? Of all things, you stole my voice from me!?" What was once a rather level tone, at an almost perfect middle tone, was now something that would make Clint Eastwood cough himself into hysterics. 

His lips curled upwards into an awful smile, the blue tendrils on his head twisting around energetically."You know the rules, LeeRoy. But I'm feeling in an awful mood, not a bad mood, but a mood to be awful." 

'He doesn't mean-'

LeeRoy's face turned bitter as he rose to his feet once again, entire body sore and weak. Like a newborn, but fully grown. "You're gonna fuck me over further, aren't you."

"Not per saaay." The god bit his own lip and lied through his teeth. "It'll help you out, if only marginally." 

'He's not going to help you, don't let him do this!'

Now resigned to what was to come LeeRoy groaned, trying to get over the change in his voice. "Not much I can do, what're you gonna do?" The god snapped his fingers and the pair was on his ship, a second snap and LeeRoy's ship was plummeting from sub-orbit on some other planet. 

"I never said I was going to tell you, but I hope you have fun~"

'We're falling you know.'

"Yup." With that, LeeRoy bolts to the controls of his ship. Whipping his helmet off of his head, only now noticing that his suit was brought back as well. Splendid. But that might not matter much, as they're in a direct nose dive towards the ground!