As Madara walked the halls of this odd spacestation that Fu called home, he wondered what it was today that Fu could be working on. Entering the main command room, he saw the TV suddenly turn off and Fu just whistling from his chair. With a glare, Madara looked to Fu. “What are you doing?” “Nothing!” Fu said. “J-Just preparing for an experiment. “Oh? What experiment?” Madara said as he drew closer. “Oh, you know, just the… regular kind where I put Naruto into a situation of some sort…” “Uh-huh…” Madara snatched the remote from Fu’s hand. “I swear, if I turn this on and see more Demon Realm girls…” With a click of the remote, the monitor flared to life showing… Madara himself. Or at least a version of him. For a second, he looked at the TV before his eyes, filled with white-hot rage, began to glare at Fu from the corners. “...We’ve discussed this. ...