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"Ninjas? Fuck 'em," Monsignor Dahlquist whispered as he fingered the 4-foot mace hanging from his cassock belt. "Even St. Peter had to open up a can of whoop-ass once in awhile."
Massaging his neck, he looked around the room. This was pathetic. No one here was man enough to challenge him.
Or childish enough to poke him in the eye with a soggy noodle. Damn those soggy noodles! Meanwhile, Zortan the Destroyer
had immobilized all of his troupes. The evil Queen was still sulking after her armies had been overtaken but she would submit to him.
But no! He knew there would be no going back, the fate of Nubbins, his prize winning terrier rested upon her desire to
be the best damned Opera singer the world had ever seen. She had wanted it before she could even remember and now the dream would be fulfilled.
