"Why, you ask?" Omicron glanced at Gamma with a confident smirk. "Get track 39 playing. Hit it! "We're making this a musical, whether you like it or not. Cancel the worm, this is our scheme now."
Gamma got out their phone and in a few moments, had a techno instrumental track playing.
Omicron got a microphone out, seemingly from nowhere, and began to sing. "Welcome to schemery, 24/7.5! It never has a valid point, yet nobody asks why. In a pointless world, where nothing makes sense, why not just do what you want? Everybody has their limits but, we'll make chaos, ready or not! "They call it evil, they call it wrong, but it doesn't matter in the end if you're riding on impulsessss!"
"I'm only here because it's a well paying job.... and there's Omicron." Gamma murmured a lyric.
The girl rolls her eyes. "You could use some work, of that I'm sure. You might have a sickness, so I'm the cure. I don't mean to get onto you but let me reassure, but doing things like this make you very immature. Doing things that are good for people are better than doing things that are illegal, so stop trying to be super deceitful, do things that make you and others feel equal."
Omicron looks shocked, then turns to Gamma. "Wait- aren't most of our schemes legal to begin with?"
"Pretty much, minus that one time in space, but that was because those two were there."
"Oh, right, right. I think we're just self-proclaimed evil, then... right?"
"I wouldn't push it that far. I'd say... we're evil by association with GREACS."
"Mm. Okay. Makes sense." Omicron then realizes they've been ignoring this girl for a bit. "Oh, uh... I applaud you. Nice singing. Uh... Et cetera."
Omicron took her hand and shook it. "As you may or may not have heard earlier, I'm Omicron." Omicron let go and allowed Gamma to also give Allora's hand a shake.
"And I'm Gamma."
After the two had shook her hand, Omicron locked eyes with Allora, then looked at the floor. "I think I'll have to admit defeat, at least for today, despite the scheme itself working... I just didn't expect a song battle entirely!"
Omicron looked flabbergasted once more. "An invite? GammadidIjustgetinvitedtosomething? Arewemakingfriendsotherthaneachotherforonce? Ican'tbelievethismallvisitismanagingtobesoeventuful!"
Gamma looked at Omicron, feeling a little exasperated. "Yeah, I guess it is, heh..." A smile crept onto their face.
"Oh, maybe we can invite you to our lair sometime! You can foil one of our schemes or something! Or you can scheme with us, if that's your thing!" Omicron offered.
"Heck ye- oh, wait. Gamma, have we fulfilled our scheme quota already?" Omicron asked.
"Yep."
"Heck yeah! Alrighty then! Let's... do mall things!"
Gamma nodded in agreement. "Let's."
Sorry for switching PO Vs on you guys.
"Free lair-slash-house. It gave me an opportunity to move away from home..." Gamma said, trailing off a little. "That, and Omicron's kept me in it and is a good work partner."
"Everything! Scheming! Fun! Money! Housing! Access to blueprints of things that shouldn't exist! Everything!" Omicron exclaimed with much enthusiasm.

"I'm bored, and we're getting paid for it. That's all, really. Then again... we could've made a different plan and we could just eat these pretzels," Omicron trailed off.
"What, you wanna send out another email worm?" Gamma asked sarcastically.
"Yeah, actually. It'll be easier and probably do less harm, as long as we send them the one we made last month and not the one from October. That one went... awry."
"Yeah, okay, I'll just send it out again, or whatever."
Omicron started eating the pretzels. How uneventful.