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  “This isn’t fair really,” said DL, “I hadn’t actually committed a crime.” Glancing at the Dark Goblin he said, “It was you being a goody two shoes and giving out stolen money.”

  “What!” said Light, “the Black Goblin was giving out stolen money?”

  “D’ark Goblin,” corrected DG.

  “Well that puts a different light on it,” said Light.

  “That’s a good one Light puts a different light on it,” burbled DG.

  Light Man turned his attention to the D’ark Goblin, “Come on Black Goblin.”

  “What?”

  “I am going to fight you instead.”

  “But I don’t want to fight.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, violence breeds violence.”

  “Ok, come with me then.”

  “Where?”

  “To jail.”

  “Ok.”

  The Dark Lord shook his head in disbelief.

 “Can you fly?” Light asked the Goblin.

 “Yes I have a few hours of flying time left.”

  “Come fly with me.”

  They both flew away to the strains of ‘Come Fly With Me’ sung by Frank Sinatra.

  The Dark Lord brushed himself down and went back into the Evil League’s embassy building. “All that fighting has given me an appetite. I think I need something to eat.”

  “Why are you hungry?”  asked Slime Boy, “you’ve just had a knuckle sandwich.” 

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