Sargon bar-hops with super-intelligent monkeys.

"I am Sargon! Respect the turban!"

"Yeah, so, I haven't appeared in the DC New 52 yet, and the editors won't return my calls, so I'm like, 'What the f*c%?' I'm a mother f*c%ing sorcerer!' It's just wrong, you know? So, I'm glad you guys could make it. I really needed to blow off steam and have a few drinks."

"Um, why are you looking at me like that? And holding hands? And drooling? I think you guys had too many Jack and Cokes. Maybe you should...um, actually, you guys are going to eat me, aren't you?"

"I'd better summon help! I call on the Justice League!"

POOF!

"Son of a b!+C#! I got the Metal Men!"

"Go get 'em, guys! I'll strategically wait in this alleyway!"

"Iron, Gold, and the creepy guy who invented a robot girlfriend (which is not a bad idea, really) are pretty impressive all ganging up on Ultra-Humanite. I think they've got him!"

"Let's see what's happening on the roof... Holy $#!+! Grodd is pulverizing Lead and Tin!"

"And now Ultra-Humanite and Detective Chimp have hopped up here to finish the robot duo off! I guess the other Metal Men down below failed. This sucks."

"Wait! Iron is still alive-ish! I'll just position myself down here to use the Ruby of Life to help Iron to - "

CLANG!

"Too late."

"Um. Yeah...uh...don't go drinking with super-intelligent monkeys. It never ends well."