 he yelled as he came out wielding a large machete, "You killed my brother! I must now kill you and your very attractive female friend!"

"Who was your brother again?" Jim asked, not looking up from the comic, "And why did I kill him?"

"You think they're going to waste this much time with back story for a mook like me?" the mook asked, "Let's just stipulate that you killed him and now I'm going to try to kill you for it!"

"Ok," Jim shrugged, a bit bored by the rather routine battle that was going to come, "But you're the pilot. Who is running the plane?"

"The trained monkey," The mook said, "Now are you going to put down that comic and fight me?"

"I guess I don't have a choice," Jim sighed, "Can I finish my comic book first? We have a couple hours before we land."

"No!" the mook insisted, "You must die now!"

"I swear," Jim said, looking at Alexandra, "These mooks have no patience."

Alexandra decided to back up, knowing that in the grand scheme of things she was not going to be that valuable to the plot. Jim read another panel of the comic book, but was too slow in putting it down before the mook made it to him. The mook's face showed great rage, so much so that Alexandra had to wonder just how special that brother was.

"You die now!" the mook yelled, "Prepare for slaughter!"

"Can't you say anything else?" Jim asked him, "Now let me find out how this ends..."

The mook did not give him a chance to finish. He sliced the comic book in half with the sharp, spooky looking machete that he had carried with him from the cockpit and made an evil face at Jim Stalin. This was the final straw for Stalin as he stood up and bared his pearly white perfect teeth at the mook.

"You are that ready to die?" Jim Stalin asked him, "Well mook, I guess I can oblige you..."

Jim stood up and glared at the mook. The mook raised his machete up as he was sure that he had a clear shot at Stalin's head and neck. He swung the blade down and
he yelled as he came out wielding a large machete, " You stamp out my buddy! I must now kill you and your very attractive female supporter! " 

 " Who was your buddy again? " Jim asked, not looking up from the comic, " And why did I stamp out him? " 

 " You think they're going to neutralize this much time with back story for a mook like me? " the mook ask, " Let's just stipulate that you kill him and nowadays I'm going to try to kill you for it! " 

 " Ok, " Jim shrugged, a bit bore by the rather routine battle that was start to come, " But you're the pilot. Who is running the plane? " 

 " The train monkey, " The mook said, " Now are you going to put down that amusing and fight me? " 

 " I guess I don't have a choice, " Jim sighed, " Can I finish my amusing record first? We have a couple hours before we land. " 

 " No! " the mook insisted, " You must die now! " 

 " I swear, " Jim say, looking at Alexandra, " These mooks have no solitaire. " 

 Alexandra decide to bet on up, knowing that in the grand schema of things she was not going to be that valuable to the plot. Jim read another panel of the amusing book, but was too slow in putting it down before the mook made it to him. The mook's face showed great rage, so much so that Alexandra had to wonder barely how special that buddy was. 

 " You fail nowadays! " the mook yelled, " Prepare for slaughter! " 

 " Can't you order anything else? " Jim asked him, " Now let me find out how this ends... " 

 The mook did not give him a chance to finish. He slice the comic ledger in half with the crisp, spooky look machete that he had carried with him from the cockpit and reach an evil grimace at Jim Stalin. This was the final straw for Stalin as he stand up and bared his pearly ashen perfect teeth at the mook. 

 " You are that ready to die? " Jim Stalin asked him, " Well mook, I guess I can oblige you... " 

 Jim stood up and glared at the mook. The mook raise his machete up as he was sure that he had a absolved shot at Stalin's head and neck. He swing the blade down and
 he yelled as he came out wlelding a large machete, "You kjlled my brother! I must now kill you abd yoyr very attractive femxle frienf!"

"Who was youc brother again?" Ojm asked, not mlokiug up from the cpmic, "And wvy did I kill vio?"

"Ylu think they're going to waste this much tomf with back stjry gjr a mook like me?" the mook asked, "Let's nust stppulate that you lilled him and now I'm goinh to try to kill you flr it!"

"Ok," Jim shrttged, a bit bured by tht xather routjne battle that was going to cooe, "Buc you're the puloh. Who is runiing tre plane?"

"The bgained konkey," Yhe mook said, "Kow ace yiu going to put down vhat comic and fight me?"

"I guesv N don't have a choice," Hin sigved, "Wan K fivisg ky comic bokk first? Ws have a coyple hours before wt lwbd."

"No!" the mook insiseeq, "You must die now!"

"I swear," Jim said, lookpng zt Alexandra, "These mookw have no patience."

Aledandra desided to back up, knowing that in the grand scheme of tiivgs sme wxw jot going to be that valuable to the plot. Jim desd another panel of the comoc bpjk, but was tou slow in putting it down bffore tre moik made iu to nim. The mook's face showed geeat rage, so nuch so that Alexaudra had to conder just how special that brothzr was.

"Gou die now!" the mook helled, "Prepare fur xldughter!"

"Can't you say anythigg else?" Jmm asled him, "Now let mq find out how bvis ends..."

The mook dld noj give him a chajce to finish. He sliced the commr book in halg fitv the shcrp, sppoky looking iachete that hg had carxied wkth him frkm the rockpit and iade an evil xwce at Jim Svalin. Thif waw thw final rtraw for Stalon as he stood up abd bared his pearln whije perfect teeth cu tye mook.

"You are yhag rqafy tj die?" Jim Stanin xskdc him, "Well mook, L gjess I can oblige you..."

Jim stokd up and glared ay bhe mook. Jhe mook waised his mavhete up as he was sure thet he nad a clear shot at Stalin's head znd neck. Je fwung the blwde eown and
he yelled as he came out wielding machete, killed my I must now attractive friend!" "Who was brother again?" Jim not looking up from the comic, why did I kill him?" "You think they're going to waste this much with back story for a mook like me?" the mook asked, "Let's just that killed and I'm going to try to kill you for it!" "Ok," Jim shrugged, a bit bored by rather routine battle that was going to come, you're the pilot. Who running the plane?" "The trained The said, "Now you to down that comic fight me?" "I guess I don't have a choice," Jim sighed, "Can I finish my comic book We have hours before land." the insisted, "You must "I swear," Jim said, looking at have no patience." Alexandra decided to back up, that in grand scheme of things she was going to be that valuable to the plot. read another panel of the comic book, but was too slow in putting it down mook made it to The mook's face great so so Alexandra had wonder just how special that brother was. "You die now!" the yelled, "Prepare for slaughter!" "Can't you say anything else?" Jim "Now me find out this ends..." The mook not him a chance to sliced comic with sharp, looking machete that he carried with him from the and made an evil was the final straw for Stalin as he up and bared his pearly white perfect at the mook. "You are that ready to die?" Jim Stalin asked "Well mook, I can oblige you..." Jim stood up and at the mook. The raised his machete up as he was sure that had clear shot Stalin's head and He swung the down and
 he yelled as he came out wieldiNg a large maChete, "you KilLeD my bRothEr! I must now kill YOu anD your very attractive femAle frIeND!"

"Who WAs Your bRother aGAiN?" jIm aSkEd, Not LoOKiNg up fRom The comiC, "And why did i kiLl Him?"

"You think tHEy'Re going to wAstE this much timE wiTh back StOry FOr a moOk lIke me?" The mooK Asked, "LEt's just stIpULate thAT you kilLED hIm anD now I'm going to try tO KiLL you for it!"

"Ok," Jim ShruggEd, A BiT BOreD by The rather rOuTine bATtle thaT WaS GOIng TO come, "But you're The pilot. Who IS ruNning tHe PlaNE?"

"The trAined MoNKey," the mook said, "now aRe you goinG to put DOwn that COmic and Fight mE?"

"I gUesS I doN'T hAvE a cHoICe," JIM sIghED, "CaN I finish My CoMic boOk fiRST? wE havE a cOuplE hourS before we land."

"no!" tHe moOK inSisteD, "You mUst dIe Now!"

"I sWear," JiM said, LoOking at AlexandrA, "TheSe mooks haVe nO pAtiEnCe."

AleXAndra dEciDed To back uP, knowinG ThaT iN THE gRand scheme of things ShE WAs Not going To be thAT vAlUAble to thE pLot. jim rEAD anotHer pANeL of the coMic booK, BuT wAs too slOw In puttInG it DowN befoRE the Mook maDe it to hiM. The mOOk's face showed gREat rage, so much SO tHAT ALExanDra Had to wonder Just HOw spEciaL ThAt bROther Was.

"YoU dIE nOW!" the mook yelled, "PrepaRe For slaUghteR!"

"Can't you say anYthing else?" jIM Asked him, "now lET mE Find out how this Ends..."

THe mook did nOT give him A chanCe to finiSh. He sliceD THe comic bOok In hAlf WitH THe Sharp, spooky loOKIng mAcHete thaT he Had carrIed WitH hiM frOm The cockpiT and made An EvIl FaCe aT Jim STAlin. This WaS thE fInaL straW For StaLin as He stOoD uP And Bared hiS PeARLy whItE pErfeCt tEeTh at tHe moOK.

"YoU are thaT ready to dIe?" JIM StaLiN aSked him, "well mook, I guesS I Can oblige yOu..."

jim Stood uP ANd glared At the mook. The mook raised hIS machetE up As he wAs suRe that he hAd a Clear sHot AT StaliN's head And neCk. he sWUNg the BLAdE doWn And
 he yelled as he came outwielding a  larg e m ach et e, " Youkilled my brot h er!I must now kill you an d you rv erya tt racti ve fema l ef r ien d! "
"W ho wa s you r b rotheragain?" Ji m a sk ed, not look i ng  up from t hecomic, "Andwhy  did I  k ill him?" 

" You t hink t h ey'regoing towa s te thi s  much t i m ewith  back story for a mo o k like me?" th e mook  a s ke d ,  "L et' s just sti pu latet hat you ki l l e d h i m and now I'm  going to t r y t o kill  y ouf or it! "

"O k, "  Ji m shrugged,  a b it boredby the ratherr outinebattle  th atwasg oi ng  to  c o me, "B uty ou' re the p il ot . Who  isr u n n ingthe  pla ne?"
"The trained  mo nkey , " T he mo ok sa id,"N ow ar e yougoing  t o put down that  com ic and fi ght  m e?" 
"I gu e ss I d on' t h ave a c hoice," Jim  s i g h ed , "Can I finish my  c o m ic  book fi rst? W e  h av e  a coupl ehou rs b e f ore w e la n d. "

"No!"  the m o ok  i nsisted ,"You m us t d ienow!" 
"Iswear, " Jim sa id, l o oking at Alexa n dra, "These m o ok s ha v e no  pa tience."

A lexa n dradeci d ed  to backup, k no w in g  that in the grandsc heme o f thi ngs she was n ot going t o b e that v alua b le to the plot. J im re ad another panel of  thecomic bo ok, but w a s  too slo w i n p utt ing i tdown before t h e  moo kmade it  to  him. T hemoo k's  fa ce  showed g reat rag e,  s omu chso th a t Alexan dr a h ad  to  wond e r just  howspec ia lt hat  brothe r  w a s .

" Yo udienow !"  themook yel led, "P repare fo r s l augh te r! "

"Can 't you say an yt hing else? "Jim  asked h im, "Now  let me find out how th i s ends. .." 

The  moo k did not  gi ve him  ac hanceto fin ish.He  sl i c ed th e co mic  b ook in hal f wit h the  s harp , spook y looking machetet hat  he had carri edwith h im  fr o mt heco c kpi t and made an evi l face atJi m  S talin. Thi s  wa sthe fin al stra w for Stalinas he sto od up and  b ared h ispearly whi te perfe ct teetha t the mo ok.
"Yo u areth atready  to di e ?"Jim S talinas ked hi m, "W el l mook,I guess I can oblige yo u..."
Jimsto od up and  gl a red  at the m ook.  The mookrai sed  hismac h ete u p as he  wa s  sure  tha t  he had a cl ear s ho t at Stalin ' s hea d and  ne c k. Heswun g the blade downa nd
 he_yelled as_he came out wielding_a large_machete,_"You killed_my_brother! I must_now kill you_and your very attractive_female friend!"

"Who was_your_brother again?" Jim asked, not looking up from the comic, "And why did I_kill_him?"

"You think_they're_going_to waste this much time_with back story for a_mook like_me?" the mook asked, "Let's just stipulate that_you_killed him and_now I'm going to try to kill you for_it!"

"Ok," Jim shrugged, a bit bored_by the rather_routine_battle_that was going to_come, "But you're the pilot. Who_is running the plane?"

"The trained monkey,"_The mook said, "Now are you going_to put down that comic and_fight me?"

"I guess I don't_have a_choice," Jim sighed, "Can I_finish my comic_book first?_We have a_couple hours before we land."

"No!" the_mook insisted, "You_must die now!"

"I swear," Jim said,_looking_at Alexandra, "These_mooks_have_no patience."

Alexandra_decided to back_up,_knowing that_in_the grand scheme of things she_was_not going to be that valuable to_the plot. Jim read_another_panel of the comic_book, but was too slow_in putting it down before the_mook made_it to_him. The mook's face showed great rage, so much so that_Alexandra had to wonder just how_special that brother was.

"You_die now!"_the_mook yelled, "Prepare_for_slaughter!"

"Can't you_say anything else?" Jim asked him, "Now_let me_find out how this ends..."

The mook_did not give him_a_chance to finish. He sliced the_comic book in half with the_sharp, spooky looking machete that_he_had_carried with him from the_cockpit and made an evil face_at Jim Stalin._This was the final straw for Stalin_as_he stood up and bared his_pearly_white perfect teeth at the mook.

"You_are_that_ready to die?" Jim Stalin_asked him, "Well mook, I guess_I can oblige you..."

Jim stood up and glared at_the mook. The_mook raised his machete up_as_he_was sure that he had a clear shot at Stalin's_head and_neck. He swung_the blade down and