Royal Palace, Eros
To: H. E. Horrocks,
Cosmopolis, Earth
Dear melon brain:
I gather from your last message that you wish to discharge me. I accept the offer, fat boy. In fact, under royal Eros precedent, which I made up three minutes ago, we will even pay for your message. However, the words "you blundering baboon" do not seem a necessary part of that message, and their cost will be taken out of the first bit of business that the royal house of Eros decides to honor your puny little corporation with.
If any.
Times are changed, Hankus. I'm a big shot now.
A few hours after we got back in the pit, Aliana came back and sneaked down to see us. She said she thought it was about time to end this council of elders' nonsense and she asked our help.
I told her plan to the wrestlers in words of one syllable or less. They all agreed except the Faceless Wonder.
"I don't see why I should have nothing to do with no book," he said. It seems he had had a book once and chewed up the first three chapters before he found put it wasn't something to eat.
I signaled to the boys. Zbich clamped a headlock on him. The Choker got a hammerlock. The Gorilla Man took him in a scissors. Gorgeous Gordon got a toehold and Barefoot Charley stood by to jump on his stomach.