"Soon, it will all be mine, now that that pesky Queen is out of the way. Now, where did that medicine man get to?.."
Looking on the world, the Dark One received a shock. The Phoenix had arisen, young and renewed.
"Of all the rotten... That feather brain is back!! The prophecy bodes ill in this matter..."
Then he spied Moon and Music on the Plains of Abraham, obstructing a re-enactment of the historic battle. Pounding his fist on the table, they appeared in front of him and fell to the floor from their previously useful positions.
Moon Runner looked up. "Oh shit. Music Man, we're in trouble."
"Why? Who's dat dude?"
"I am the Dark One. At last, I have you, Hendrix. No more power chords for you, you drugged out hippie!"
"There's got to be some kinda way outta here..."
"I know that tune," Music Man said.
"Yes," said the Dark One. "And it isn't even his own. He borrowed it from Dylan."
"Yes, but it's remembered as mine... I think..."
"Not for long." The Dark One snickered, an iridescently radiant snicker.
A door flung open and in jumped - the Secret Assassin! He strode across the room, plopped a subpoena on the Dark One's Desk, and disappeared as quick as he arrived.
"Damn he's quick. What the hell is this nonsense?"
"Your calling?" quipped Moon Runner.
"Sued for libel... SMALL CLAIMS COURT! Who's the barrister... SKIPPY!! Why I'll..."
Music Man whispered, "Let's kiss that sky again, shall we?"
"As you say Kimo-Sabe." They vanished. Somewhere, a computer tabulator kept track of this.
"... A billion torments shall be his... Now where did they go?"
