He answered the door to find a stranger there, spittle dripping from their hard, determined face.

“Are you Jim?” the stranger asked him.


The stranger dropped two objects at his feet; one a black eye mask, the other a square of torn red textile.

“What is this?”

“The Lone Ranger’s Mask and the piece of Superman’s cape I tugged,” the stranger replied. “Now prepare to be messed around with...Jim.”

“Listen, I don’t know—“

“NO ONE TELLS ME WHAT TO DO!” the stranger thundered.


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