Johnny Bravo's Strange Diversions - Chapter 31
“I’ve been here before in my dreams,” said Velma. As the last shards of reality dropped into a vantablack expanse, Velma looked to see the walls and corners of the hallways were all still there, only they had faded together into darkness that extended out into infinity. A half-step turn brought the familiar sound of running shoe on glass, which echoed out into a reverberation of crystal chimes. Once again, she looked down to the floor to see her reflection in the glass, staring up at her. “This time I know what you are,” said Velma. “At first, I thought you were just a dream, some subconscious projection of my inquisitive nature butting heads with some suppressed desire. But then my magnifying glass started manifesting strange informative properties, which I first theorized was just some sort of synesthesia brought on by the strange and sudden fever the other day. Now, in spite of myself, I am forced to recognize this is no minor physiological or psychological condition, as I have seen these Stands firsthand – therefore you are a manifestation of myself.” Reaching down, Velma touched the glass and this time reached down to take the hand of her reflection and helped pull it up to where she stood. Its torso was covered by a glossy, thigh-long sweater dress which looked like the black lacquer of her magnifying glass handle was matched with gloves, shoes, and a beret atop its head in the style of a 1950s beatnik. The Stand’s face, arms, and legs were all glass, with air bubbles beneath the surface seeming to be reflections of her own freckles giving the impression of a prince rupert’s drop. “I’m not sure about the aesthetics but sadly there is no time to be critical,” said Velma, as light began to shine through the borders of her dark world. “Time to go back and see what you can do.” No longer standing before her, the Stand shimmered in the air and reappeared standing beside Velma, copying her body movement as she placed her right hand on her hip and raised her left arm across her chest, with her left hand resting near her right shoulder, and a slight twist of her torso to the left to finish the pose. Up from the abyss surrounding them came the shards of reality, flying up and reforming back into the hallway they had left, where Johnny barely held his ground before the relentless march of Mandark. Before she had barely looked at Mandark, as the sight of the words “Caution” and “Dangerous” had scared her away. With new determination and focus of will, she stared down the boy genius, and though those words were still visible, she looked past them to find they were not the only words that described him. “Vanity” “Jealous” “Envious” “Proud” “Cunning” “Egotist” “Hateful” “Destructive” “Talkative” “Vindictive” “Sadist” “Resentful” “Hates his parents” “Focused multitasker” “Soft spot for sister” “Stubborn” “Megalomaniacal” Running from the door, Velma rushed over to Johnny and pushed him down to the ground, barely avoiding the beam from Mandark’s Particle Man. Annoyed by the miss, a second beam shot out from a bulb from Particle Man’s foot, which Johnny rolled across the ground to dodge. “Going to start working in concert with each other now? Your previous plan to have Miss Velma escape at the cost of Mister Bravo’s wellbeing had a twenty percent probability of success. Direct confrontation, however, causes your odds to drop to one percent,” said Mandark. “That’s where you’re wrong Susan,” said Velma, “that’s where you’re always been wrong. You’re a genius, but you just made a big mistake.” “Oh, really, and what might that be?” asked Mandark. “Never make calculations unless you know all the variables. Now, Private Eyes!” said Velma, summoning her Stand in a sneak attack which rushed forward, delivering a blow to Particle Man’s chin, shattering dozens of tiny bulbs with the blow. Remembering her judo, Private Eyes followed up with a judo grab against the enemy Stand’s arm, and with a twist, pull, and pivot, she slammed Mandark’s Stand into the ground with a devastating shoulder throw which sent sparks of electricity scattering down the hallway – causing Mandark to crash down as well – mirroring the movement of his Stand. “That was the most beautiful seoi nage I’ve ever seen,” said Johnny, getting back on his feet. “We should go now,” said Velma, seeing the floor where Particle Man lay starting to glow red. Reaching the doorway, Johnny’s Stand punched it open, revealing the tramline they had come in from, but every light in the tunnel blinked out, leaving the only source of light in the world to be Particle Man. “On the contrary, Miss Velma. The whole purpose of mathematics is to reveal the value of variables. And now that I see the value of yours, the equation finally makes sense,” said Mandark, rising to his feet and nursing the bruise on his face from Private Eyes’ punch. “You beat up his Stand real good, darlin’, but I don’t know whether it’s more dangerous now or not,” said Johnny. Sending off sparks in every direction, Particle Man was no longer brilliant white light, but a fierce and red like an inferno. Mandark clenched his teeth and wiped blood from the back of his head as he slowly marched forward. “I’d say that given your body of work that you’re intelligent enough to know when the odds are against you, but your reputation from your body of work shows clear signs of a thrill-seeking masochist who enjoys the company of debutantes and losers to create the perfect dichotomy of peerage as they provide for both your superiority and inferiority complexes simultaneously,” said Mandark. Not allowing Mandark’s jab to register, Velma adjusted her glasses and focused on the words surrounding Mandark again, only this time she could feel the strange power of her Stand manifesting itself. Looking at the words in the air, she locked eyes on “Talkative” and the word began to grow in size. “Given the company you keep, I’d keep my mouth shut about other people’s friends if I were you,” said Velma. “A bold claim of deficiency of character via the disparagement of allies will do little to deter my goal of defeating the two of you, and furthermore would only serve to amuse the company I keep as most of them seem to find pleasure in the exchange of verbal sparring, conversational barbs, and humorous exchanges of mutual depreciation as we all share an appreciation for the act of character flaws laid bare and revealed to the world as we all see that behind the façade of polite conduct the world wears to hide the decrepitude of the cultural and moral systems which prevent the truly gifted and visionary from rising to their rightful place in the social order and now we no longer have to exist in the shadows as we are but days away from possessing that which we require to pierce the veil of reality and make bare the true nature of the world for all to see…” said Mandark, as he slumped to his knees after delivering the entire rant in a single breath, coughing as he struggled to regain his breath. “Run,” said Johnny, grabbing Velma’s hand and rushing into the tunnel. Pulling a mini-flashlight from her other skirt pocket, Velma lit their way until the lights from the tunnel began to come on again. Nearly making it back to the room with the carts by the time the lights once again began to flicker. “This geek just won’t quit,” said Johnny, looking around the room for something they could use to their advantage to make their getaway. Focusing once again on Mandark, Velma zeroed in on “focused multitasker” but this time found the words shrinking instead of growing in size until they practically disappeared. “You first Miss Velma. Your Stand is an unknown entity that should be eliminated before you get a full grasp on its powers,” said Mandark, with sparks flying off from Particle man flying around him like orbiting electrons. “I’m a faster learner than you know,” said Velma, calling out Private Eyes to defend from pinprick lasers flying towards her body. The glass parts of her Stand took the hits which seemed to hit her actual body with intense heat, leaving burns on her skin from where it was hit. Yet, the black material covering her Stand’s body seemed to absorb the attacks, preventing damage. As the lightbulbs around the trolley room began to short out and explode, Particle Man raised a hand preparing to fire a massive volley and Mandark’s glasses reflected a sinister light over a wide, bloodied smile across his face. “I wonder what this does?” said Johnny, pulling a lever on the other side of the room. Looking up in a panic, Velma jumped back as an overhead track from the trolley storage system disengaged a lock sending one of the white and chrome carts crashing down atop Mandark and his Stand, resulting in an explosion - sending out shards of glass and embers which triggered an electric feedback along the rails which shot down the dark tunnel. Turning her flashlight on again, she shone the light under the cart to find that there was no sign of either Mandark nor his Stand underneath. “I think that’s our escape window,” said Johnny, prying open the door to the elevator for Velma before hesitantly pressing the upward arrow which sputtered for a moment before causing the door to close and the metal box to rise back to the ground floor. Peeking left and right before exiting, Johnny led the way out to the backdoor of the yacht club, hesitant about what they might find – or worse – what might find them. “You there!” shouted an unknown voice from behind. Turning around, Velma saw an attendant from the yacht club in a white uniform look both of them up and down with shock and disgust. “Neither of you are in appropriate attire to be permitted entrance.” Said the attendant. “Yeah sorry about that dude. Just came in looking for a bathroom, we’re on our way back out,” said Johnny, needing to think on his feet as his shoes had been destroyed in the fight. “Beach bums, I swear nothing changes in this bloody town,” swore the attendant pointing to the backdoor and not taking his eyes off them until they had left. ________________________________________________ Waving away a security guard, Joyce Bravo pushed a button that brought up a security feed that showed static images of her nephew and the mystery girl infiltrating the compound and subsequent fight with Mandark. There was always something so interesting about seeing Stand battles play out through cameras that were unable to perceive the majority of what was going on. Across the table, Bloodthirst was going on a rant about countermeasures to potential interference from either the Justice League or the Legion of Doom, and while it was possible Luthor was aware of their organization, there were enough layers of misdirection to make him think this was just some second-rate operation not worth his attention. She had created just enough of a fake mystery to catch his eye but designed it mostly with mundane schemes to make it seem not worth Luthor’s efforts to either stop nor integrate himself with. And while at first, she had thought to bring in Luthor as an ally, he would have brought more attention than she was prepared to deal with, so it was best to leave him as just another spectator. Still, this marked the third spot infiltrated by the group today, after reports from her son Brandon and father Joshua, that made three infiltrations and three clean getaways. Frowning at the image of the elevator, she wished she had installed the option for a fallaway floor leading to a crocodile pit at the bottom of the shaft, but she didn’t like any of the animal handlers the underground construction union had introduced to her. Such was the failing of having high standards, if they aren’t met the option to do without is oft the only course of action. “Look, all of this is real interesting. I’m as big a fan of mayhem as the next bug, but don’t take us all for idiots – you sell us an invasion of the west coast of the US as some grand operation – but all I see is a smokescreen. So, what’s the real game?” asked Zorak. Expressionless, Joyce looked over the table and saw a few murmurs of support for the alien mantis’ sentiment. “I, Mojo-Jojo, must agree with my esteemed colleague. Why just in Townsville it is impossible to hold without running afoul of those CURSED Powerpuff Girls! But your plan includes so much territory to make even I, Mojo-Jojo, blush.” said Mojo-Jojo. “We were just about to get to that,” said Joyce, standing up from her seat as she walked over to the massive bronze orb at the corner of the room. “You see, over a hundred years ago, my ancestor, Bryce Bravo, disappeared for over a year while on a horse race across the country. And to the public, this disappearance was the source of some speculation for the fifteen minutes the media paid attention but ultimately they didn’t really care. But Bryce knew the truth, he knew what happened and recorded his experiences in his journal. A year traveling strange lands, a ‘space between space’ he described it that materialized out of thin air, with strange bronze devices which seemed to be technology from a long-lost civilization.” The murmurs from the room finally quieting down, Joyce smiled as their attention was once again hers. “Oh, the Americas are filled with stories of long-lost civilizations. El Dorado, the fountain of youth, the lost civilizations of the Mormon Faith, the Skraeling encountered by Norse colonists from Greenland. With the taming of this land came explorers trying to unearth secrets. One of the more enduring searches was for the ‘northwest passage’ a race to find a sea route from the Atlantic to Pacific across the north coast of Canada, but at first the route was centered on the rivers connecting the Atlantic to the Great Lakes – and many thought that there was a hidden overland route which bypassed the continent… and Bryce found it. Shrouded in plain sight out there on the plains of the Midwest is a pocket of subspace containing the technology and riches of a lost age. So yes, this is a heist and our attack on the west coast is just a distraction,” said Joyce. “This seems like something you could manage without a criminal organization,” said Tiger Shark.“I’ve been here before in my dreams,” said Velma.As the last shards of reality dropped into a vantablack expanse, Velma looked to see the walls and corners of the hallways were all still there, only they had faded together into darkness that extended out into infinity. A half-step turn brought the familiar sound of running shoe on glass, which echoed out into a reverberation of crystal chimes. Once again, she looked down to the floor to see her reflection in the glass, staring up at her.“This time I know what you are,” said Velma. “At first, I thought you were just a dream, some subconscious projection of my inquisitive nature butting heads with some suppressed desire. But then my magnifying glass started manifesting strange informative properties, which I first theorized was just some sort of synesthesia brought on by the strange and sudden fever the other day. Now, in spite of myself, I am forced to recognize this is no minor physiological or psychological condition, as I have seen these Stands firsthand – therefore you are a manifestation of myself.”Reaching down, Velma touched the glass and this time reached down to take the hand of her reflection and helped pull it up to where she stood. Its torso was covered by a glossy, thigh-long sweater dress which looked like the black lacquer of her magnifying glass handle was matched with gloves, shoes, and a beret atop its head in the style of a 1950s beatnik. The Stand’s face, arms, and legs were all glass, with air bubbles beneath the surface seeming to be reflections of her own freckles giving the impression of a prince rupert’s drop.“I’m not sure about the aesthetics but sadly there is no time to be critical,” said Velma, as light began to shine through the borders of her dark world. “Time to go back and see what you can do.”No longer standing before her, the Stand shimmered in the air and reappeared standing beside Velma, copying her body movement as she placed her right hand on her hip and raised her left arm across her chest, with her left hand resting near her right shoulder, and a slight twist of her torso to the left to finish the pose. Up from the abyss surrounding them came the shards of reality, flying up and reforming back into the hallway they had left, where Johnny barely held his ground before the relentless march of Mandark.Before she had barely looked at Mandark, as the sight of the words “Caution” and “Dangerous” had scared her away. With new determination and focus of will, she stared down the boy genius, and though those words were still visible, she looked past them to find they were not the only words that described him.“Vanity” “Jealous” “Envious” “Proud” “Cunning” “Egotist” “Hateful” “Destructive” “Talkative” “Vindictive”“Sadist” “Resentful” “Hates his parents” “Focused multitasker” “Soft spot for sister” “Stubborn” “Megalomaniacal”Running from the door, Velma rushed over to Johnny and pushed him down to the ground, barely avoiding the beam from Mandark’s Particle Man. Annoyed by the miss, a second beam shot out from a bulb from Particle Man’s foot, which Johnny rolled across the ground to dodge.“Going to start working in concert with each other now? Your previous plan to have Miss Velma escape at the cost of Mister Bravo’s wellbeing had a twenty percent probability of success. Direct confrontation, however, causes your odds to drop to one percent,” said Mandark.“That’s where you’re wrong Susan,” said Velma, “that’s where you’re always been wrong. You’re a genius, but you just made a big mistake.”“Oh, really, and what might that be?” asked Mandark.“Never make calculations unless you know all the variables. Now, Private Eyes!” said Velma, summoning her Stand in a sneak attack which rushed forward, delivering a blow to Particle Man’s chin, shattering dozens of tiny bulbs with the blow. Remembering her judo, Private Eyes followed up with a judo grab against the enemy Stand’s arm, and with a twist, pull, and pivot, she slammed Mandark’s Stand into the ground with a devastating shoulder throw which sent sparks of electricity scattering down the hallway – causing Mandark to crash down as well – mirroring the movement of his Stand.“That was the most beautiful seoi nage I’ve ever seen,” said Johnny, getting back on his feet.“We should go now,” said Velma, seeing the floor where Particle Man lay starting to glow red.Reaching the doorway, Johnny’s Stand punched it open, revealing the tramline they had come in from, but every light in the tunnel blinked out, leaving the only source of light in the world to be Particle Man.“On the contrary, Miss Velma. The whole purpose of mathematics is to reveal the value of variables. And now that I see the value of yours, the equation finally makes sense,” said Mandark, rising to his feet and nursing the bruise on his face from Private Eyes’ punch.“You beat up his Stand real good, darlin’, but I don’t know whether it’s more dangerous now or not,” said Johnny.Sending off sparks in every direction, Particle Man was no longer brilliant white light, but a fierce and red like an inferno. Mandark clenched his teeth and wiped blood from the back of his head as he slowly marched forward.“I’d say that given your body of work that you’re intelligent enough to know when the odds are against you, but your reputation from your body of work shows clear signs of a thrill-seeking masochist who enjoys the company of debutantes and losers to create the perfect dichotomy of peerage as they provide for both your superiority and inferiority complexes simultaneously,” said Mandark.Not allowing Mandark’s jab to register, Velma adjusted her glasses and focused on the words surrounding Mandark again, only this time she could feel the strange power of her Stand manifesting itself. Looking at the words in the air, she locked eyes on “Talkative” and the word began to grow in size.“Given the company you keep, I’d keep my mouth shut about other people’s friends if I were you,” said Velma.“A bold claim of deficiency of character via the disparagement of allies will do little to deter my goal of defeating the two of you, and furthermore would only serve to amuse the company I keep as most of them seem to find pleasure in the exchange of verbal sparring, conversational barbs, and humorous exchanges of mutual depreciation as we all share an appreciation for the act of character flaws laid bare and revealed to the world as we all see that behind the façade of polite conduct the world wears to hide the decrepitude of the cultural and moral systems which prevent the truly gifted and visionary from rising to their rightful place in the social order and now we no longer have to exist in the shadows as we are but days away from possessing that which we require to pierce the veil of reality and make bare the true nature of the world for all to see…” said Mandark, as he slumped to his knees after delivering the entire rant in a single breath, coughing as he struggled to regain his breath.“Run,” said Johnny, grabbing Velma’s hand and rushing into the tunnel.Pulling a mini-flashlight from her other skirt pocket, Velma lit their way until the lights from the tunnel began to come on again. Nearly making it back to the room with the carts by the time the lights once again began to flicker.“This geek just won’t quit,” said Johnny, looking around the room for something they could use to their advantage to make their getaway.Focusing once again on Mandark, Velma zeroed in on “focused multitasker” but this time found the words shrinking instead of growing in size until they practically disappeared.“You first Miss Velma. Your Stand is an unknown entity that should be eliminated before you get a full grasp on its powers,” said Mandark, with sparks flying off from Particle man flying around him like orbiting electrons.“I’m a faster learner than you know,” said Velma, calling out Private Eyes to defend from pinprick lasers flying towards her body. The glass parts of her Stand took the hits which seemed to hit her actual body with intense heat, leaving burns on her skin from where it was hit. Yet, the black material covering her Stand’s body seemed to absorb the attacks, preventing damage.As the lightbulbs around the trolley room began to short out and explode, Particle Man raised a hand preparing to fire a massive volley and Mandark’s glasses reflected a sinister light over a wide, bloodied smile across his face.“I wonder what this does?” said Johnny, pulling a lever on the other side of the room.Looking up in a panic, Velma jumped back as an overhead track from the trolley storage system disengaged a lock sending one of the white and chrome carts crashing down atop Mandark and his Stand, resulting in an explosion - sending out shards of glass and embers which triggered an electric feedback along the rails which shot down the dark tunnel. Turning her flashlight on again, she shone the light under the cart to find that there was no sign of either Mandark nor his Stand underneath.“I think that’s our escape window,” said Johnny, prying open the door to the elevator for Velma before hesitantly pressing the upward arrow which sputtered for a moment before causing the door to close and the metal box to rise back to the ground floor.Peeking left and right before exiting, Johnny led the way out to the backdoor of the yacht club, hesitant about what they might find – or worse – what might find them.“You there!” shouted an unknown voice from behind.Turning around, Velma saw an attendant from the yacht club in a white uniform look both of them up and down with shock and disgust.“Neither of you are in appropriate attire to be permitted entrance.” Said the attendant.“Yeah sorry about that dude. Just came in looking for a bathroom, we’re on our way back out,” said Johnny, needing to think on his feet as his shoes had been destroyed in the fight.“Beach bums, I swear nothing changes in this bloody town,” swore the attendant pointing to the backdoor and not taking his eyes off them until they had left.________________________________________________Waving away a security guard, Joyce Bravo pushed a button that brought up a security feed that showed static images of her nephew and the mystery girl infiltrating the compound and subsequent fight with Mandark. There was always something so interesting about seeing Stand battles play out through cameras that were unable to perceive the majority of what was going on.Across the table, Bloodthirst was going on a rant about countermeasures to potential interference from either the Justice League or the Legion of Doom, and while it was possible Luthor was aware of their organization, there were enough layers of misdirection to make him think this was just some second-rate operation not worth his attention. She had created just enough of a fake mystery to catch his eye but designed it mostly with mundane schemes to make it seem not worth Luthor’s efforts to either stop nor integrate himself with. And while at first, she had thought to bring in Luthor as an ally, he would have brought more attention than she was prepared to deal with, so it was best to leave him as just another spectator.Still, this marked the third spot infiltrated by the group today, after reports from her son Brandon and father Joshua, that made three infiltrations and three clean getaways. Frowning at the image of the elevator, she wished she had installed the option for a fallaway floor leading to a crocodile pit at the bottom of the shaft, but she didn’t like any of the animal handlers the underground construction union had introduced to her. Such was the failing of having high standards, if they aren’t met the option to do without is oft the only course of action.“Look, all of this is real interesting. I’m as big a fan of mayhem as the next bug, but don’t take us all for idiots – you sell us an invasion of the west coast of the US as some grand operation – but all I see is a smokescreen. So, what’s the real game?” asked Zorak.Expressionless, Joyce looked over the table and saw a few murmurs of support for the alien mantis’ sentiment.“I, Mojo-Jojo, must agree with my esteemed colleague. Why just in Townsville it is impossible to hold without running afoul of those CURSED Powerpuff Girls! But your plan includes so much territory to make even I, Mojo-Jojo, blush.” said Mojo-Jojo.“We were just about to get to that,” said Joyce, standing up from her seat as she walked over to the massive bronze orb at the corner of the room. “You see, over a hundred years ago, my ancestor, Bryce Bravo, disappeared for over a year while on a horse race across the country. And to the public, this disappearance was the source of some speculation for the fifteen minutes the media paid attention but ultimately they didn’t really care. But Bryce knew the truth, he knew what happened and recorded his experiences in his journal. A year traveling strange lands, a ‘space between space’ he described it that materialized out of thin air, with strange bronze devices which seemed to be technology from a long-lost civilization.”The murmurs from the room finally quieting down, Joyce smiled as their attention was once again hers.“Oh, the Americas are filled with stories of long-lost civilizations. El Dorado, the fountain of youth, the lost civilizations of the Mormon Faith, the Skraeling encountered by Norse colonists from Greenland. With the taming of this land came explorers trying to unearth secrets. One of the more enduring searches was for the ‘northwest passage’ a race to find a sea route from the Atlantic to Pacific across the north coast of Canada, but at first the route was centered on the rivers connecting the Atlantic to the Great Lakes – and many thought that there was a hidden overland route which bypassed the continent… and Bryce found it. Shrouded in plain sight out there on the plains of the Midwest is a pocket of subspace containing the technology and riches of a lost age. So yes, this is a heist and our attack on the west coast is just a distraction,” said Joyce.“This seems like something you could manage without a criminal organization,” said Tiger Shark.“Every piece of evidence Bryce collected in our possession implies that the barrier between worlds feeds off life. Even now our head scientist is looking into the specifics to permanently open the rift, but to stabilize it – we do require your particular talents. Does that satisfy your curiosity gentlemen?” asked Joyce.“And just who is your expert? This all sounds like the pseudoscience of a quack to me,” asked Dodger, “And I’m not talking about the kid upstairs, he talks enough nonsense with all this mumbo jumbo about ghosts.”“If it is an expert opinion you are seeking, I do believe we are able to accommodate,” said Joyce, flipping a switch that activated a view screen to a remote facility. “Oh Vogel, are you ready for us?”Standing on a balcony overlooking a massive inverted dome, Vogel Zanastar moved a level and dials on a control panel which moved massive bronze gears over a construction site that looked like a giant clockwork. Satisfied with the placement, he removed his gloves, turned to the camera, and ran his hand along the top of his bald head.“Joyce, I think we’re far enough along in our operations that we can drop the pretense of my pseudonym,” said Vogel, whose eyes went up to address the room. “Esteemed colleagues, fellow menaces to society, thieves, misfits, and purveyors of evil. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Doctor Zin, and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” “Every piece of evidence Bryce collected in our possession implies that the barrier between worlds feeds off life. Even now our head scientist is looking into the specifics to permanently open the rift, but to stabilize it – we do require your particular talents. Does that satisfy your curiosity gentlemen?” asked Joyce. “And just who is your expert? This all sounds like the pseudoscience of a quack to me,” asked Dodger, “And I’m not talking about the kid upstairs, he talks enough nonsense with all this mumbo jumbo about ghosts.” “If it is an expert opinion you are seeking, I do believe we are able to accommodate,” said Joyce, flipping a switch that activated a view screen to a remote facility. “Oh Vogel, are you ready for us?” Standing on a balcony overlooking a massive, inverted dome, Vogel Zanastar moved a level and dials on a control panel which moved massive bronze gears over a construction site that looked like a giant clockwork. Satisfied with the placement, he removed his gloves, turned to the camera, and ran his hand along the top of his bald head. “Joyce, I think we’re far enough along in our operations that we can drop the pretense of my pseudonym,” said Vogel, whose eyes went up to address the room. “Esteemed colleagues, fellow menaces to society, thieves, misfits, and purveyors of evil. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Doctor Zin, and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
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