Doghead's Cosmic Bar

I'm an archangel. I can tell things you can't. I can tell when things are lying. I know. I am also exhausted from going into ShadowLight mode. I'm gonna be down for a bit.

I don't need anything. Not even air. Just drop it.

This was all fake. The bar, everything. The bar is several hundred miles south. Don't get your panties in a bunch; I didn't say you're stupid, nor did I deny that anyone didn't get hurt. These are top-of-the-line holograms. They get materialised in and out of reality. It appears as though I'm here, judging by how you can hit me as much as you want, but I'm not really here.

I designed and tested them for weeks.

Yeah me too. I'm going back to bed to sleep off whatever this is that's wrong. I'll be back on later. It's 10:47 here, so I'll be back on hopefully sometime after 3.

Peace crashed.

I just put a spell down. Everybody has a level head now. Everybody grab my arm and let's go where he thinks the bar it.

Dang Gordon, what bit you? Peace out, I'm gonna crash.

Fine. Show me where this "real bar" is.

Hate to say it, but spells cannot be put on me. But I am level headed. I will be back on later as I said, so meet me here and take me to the bar. Or meet me here and tell me that he's full of it and it's a trap. Then I will help you fight VK.

Like I said. I'm drained. The best I can do right now is Probobly hold mind controll of everyone on earth for a few hours.

Training for all maggots.

First off: NO.
The fact that you want to fight me purely because I made a fake bar and am not giving you any credit is bulls--t. You rebuilt another bar here, and therefore this is a much better place to fight.
Secondly: It's exactly 447 miles south of here. I'm gonna drive, thanks for the offer though.