Twenty-five years before our story starts,

Twenty-five years before our story starts, a one thousand strong guild of terrible wizards called the Yaku pooled their power to destroy the world.
But someone had forgot to pay rent on the storage facility where the power was pooled. The company seized it, then they had an auction. Of course no one can look at the contents of
his pants. If the public knew his dark secret, he could never be elected mayor. Every night he locked all the doors and closed the windows. Until one night when
he found a man draped over his window frame, an enveloped letter apparently stapled to his back, through his navy suit coat. The would-be mayor carefully lifted the letter from
the unconscious thug. The mayor read. "Hello, this is from Batman. Do you like me? Check 1 for yes and for no."
Hehehehe, I laughed sarcastically at Batman's lack of humor as I checked my dung beetle dung collection one last time. Why would Batman care what anyone
did? Who is he to tell the bad guys that they can't seize Gotham? This is a free country. Stop harassing Mistah J, you big sack of bat shit! I stopped thinking to myself and
found I couldn't stop talking!" The man in the bat costume remembered why he hit girls. He socked Harlequin right in her jaw so she'd be laughing teeth sideways for a month.
"maff noff merry mife" she said.
The maxim she followed even to the end "Brevity is the soul of wit" did not permit her to utter one word more.Though there was a method to her madness, even so we did not guess it.

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