Tick extends the olive branch

The camera shows Chickenman sitting in the locker room.

Tick: Spooon!

With a crash, several lockers fall over, revealing a fresh hole in the wall. Tick fills the hole holding out a broken olive branch. The camera switches briefly to GD Pato sitting in his office, signing papers. He flinches at the crashing sound, breaking his pen. Back to the locker room...

Tick: Ah, Chickenman! The exact gentleman I was aiming for! Buck up chum, I come in peace!

Tick gestures towards the olive branch.

Tick: We've gone mano e mano twice now, well, actually the first time was mano e mano e mano e mano, but you get the idea.

Arthur peers around Tick's broad shoulders.

Arthur: Tick, you're losing him, get to the point.

Tick: Oh, right. Anyway, Chicken-chum, we've gone at it twice in the ring now, and we've both been standing when the bell has rung. You've proved your colours, and despite any implications your name may make, they most assuredly aren't yellow. There's a dark cloud hanging over this place, and Arthur and I intend to clear up those grey skies and bring back the happy faces. We think that poultry could also have its place in the blue justice skies.

Arthur: Uh, Tick, chickens can't fly.

Tick: Oh, Arthur, its time to step out of the wading pool of reality, and take a leap of faith. A chicken can dream, can't he?

Arthur: Sorry, Chickenman, what Tick is trying to say is that we don't feel that people should have to pay for protection, it should be a service provided by those...

Tick: Oh come on little buddy, I'm sure he speaks superhero. It's time to pick a side Chickenman! So, what do you say?

Tick gestures at the olive branch.

Tick: Eh? Eh?

(OOC: paying for protection was a reference to APA, if that wasn't clear)