The man growled, losing a few rotten teeth in the process. He spat them at Wanda who just raised her hand and flicked them away with her amazing mind powers. "You'll need to do better than that, corpseboy." He came at her suspiciously like a manic dead guy. He sprung at her in a round-house kick, which she easily side-stepped, and chopped down with her hand as his leg went past, breaking his leg clean off like a dry twig. Bomb Girl took this opportunity to throw a grenade at the dead dude. He exploded into a million pieces and disappeared.

"SQUEE! We won!" shouted Bomb Girl. "No," said Wanda. She pointed at Crispy who was now licking Bomb Girl's hand affectionately. "We must find out how to make him normal again." What she didn't know was that Crispy had never really been 'normal', but he had to admit that his current behaviour was even odder then usual. Crispy agreed, as he licked his genitals. Life had to get back to normal, this was just getting ridiculous. "I have an idea," said Wanda psychically, if not a little cryptically. Picking up the bottle, which amazingly was still intact, she thwacked Crispy hard on the head with it. When he came to, his head was aching like as if someone had hit him in the head with a bottle. He looked around. He was lying on a park bench. There was no-one else around. He checked himself, everything appeared to be in order: his tutu, his docs, his Mr Fussy socks, and his bottle. He did have a strange taste in his mouth though. He shrugged and laughed slightly.

And so once again, Crispy escaped almost certain death and walked away into the shadows.