Didn’t You Think He Wasn’t Dead?

"Do me a favor. Let me have the original body." Cosmic Emperor He-El, seated upon the throne, spoke with a faint smile. He sat on the throne with both hands resting on the armrests, his back against the chair, chin slightly raised as he looked down at the many He-Els with a smile. His voice was confident, composed, domineering, and beyond question. Upon hearing Cosmic Emperor He-El speak, some Clone He-Els laughed, some curled their lips into mocking smiles, while others remained indifferent and cold, treating him as nothing.