The ceiling liteiry breaks apart, as Planey punches trough the roof to get inside the upper levels of the Broadcast station. He then walks up to the wall, and starts looking at it inquisitively. "Mightly fine wall..." he said.... wait, is he even taking what he is doing seriously?

((Battle one time))

Planey stopped just looking at the wall, and took out what appeared to be a black marker, and proceded to draw what appears to be a pink huminoid hippo wearing a kilt stepdancing while fireing rockets.... Hold on, how the hell did a black marker do all of those colors?

((AKA, Planey style bump))

The room Planey has arrived in seems to be large storage room of some sort. There are several boxes of odds and ends plus a few old cameras stacked against the wall. There is a single door that leads out of the room set in the opposite wall from the one Planey is doodling on. The room looks empty, so I guess the Overlord lucked out and is safe for now...Or is he?

"Huh? Who in the name of all that is good and holy are you?"

As Planey was coloring, two men had entered the room from the lone door. Between them was what looked to be a large cinematic camera propped up on four wheels. The men were dressed as clergymen, though neither of them looked very priestly.

"The hell?" Shouted one of the men. "How did you get in here?" He noticed the hole in the roof. "Wha? What kind of person blasts in through the roof. This weirdo must be one of those demons. Better call security."

"They're probably on their way," The other man seemed a tad annoyed. "There is a security camera in this room after all."

Sure enough, a small camera can be seen in the corner of the room, a red light shining ominously. Seconds later, three women dressed in habits, the middle NUN seemingly unarmed while the two women flanking her were carrying pistols.

"Bah," The first man, his baseball cap labeling him as a cameraman, cursed. "Now we're in for it. We're stuck in the middle of it."

"Yeah," The second man agreed. "This sucks."

"Stow it, you two." The unarmed woman ordered. She placed a hand to her ear, activating some sort of radio device. "This is unit 12. We've cornered another group of intruders in Storage Room 12C. Proceeding to engage."

Security Camera (M) 30HP
NUN Cameraman (M) 50HP
NUN Employee (M) 40HP
NUN Gunner (F) 50HP 10MP
NUN Gunner (F) 50HP 10MP
NUN Security (F) 60HP 9MP
NUN Cinematic Camera 40HP

Planey: 140HP 25MP
Ronin(F): 60HP 20MP
Marionette: 50HP

Battle 1.....Fight?

“Oh, more interesting stuff going on at this place then here.” A voice said near the unarmed female, strangely enough it was Planey reading a newspaper. How he got from the painting to that location in an instant is probably some kind of mystery. “On side note, I also surrender to your forces. Since that might just be faster then trying to face ya to get out of here.” Planey takes out some HL, and… puts it in the pants of the Security… “Would that cover cost of damages?” He asked, probably not realizing he will most likely get smacked for where he put the HL…

(Surrendering)

"Wait...Wut?"

The woman seemed a tad confused as the Overlord shoved a wad of cash into her pants and attempted to apologize for his actions. This was the weirdest Overlord she had ever seen. He had smashed into their storage room through the roof and now he wanted to leave because things were more "interesting" somewhere else? Who the hell did he think he was? She asked:

"Who the hell do you think you are?" She paused, considering. "Fine, you want to go? We'll help you out of here."

The three women gathered around Planey and his minions and dragged them over to one of the walls where the two men were pushing a rather large box out of the way. Behind the box was a window which one of the men opened.

"Bon voyage!" The unarmed woman shouted as she tossed Planey out the open window toward the ground several hundred feet below. The other two woman tossed the ronin and marionette right out after their master. The man shut the window and proceeded to help his co-worker push the box back to its original position.

"Good riddance to bad rubbish."

[SURRENDER'D! Get yer arse outta here!]