"Hello?" Lady Thundera asked, appearing out of the well-lit, open doorway, stepping into the murky shadows of the spartan backroom. She knocked
softly on the inner frame of the archway, nervous and unsure of what to do next.

For endless, tense moments only silence answered her calling.

She crawled into the vast chamber -- the doors slid shut behind her in a quick dash common throughout the complex and of which she was already
used to. She squinted her little eyes, aware just then of a dim, yellow orb, swirling in the distance over a cluttered table. Its throbbing light and
pulsating tone beckoned her to come yet closer.

A creak, a rusted chair swivelled only a few feet before her.

"So, what are we going to do tonight, RD?" she asked the seated, silhouetted figure.

"Why, what we do every night, LT -- we're going to destroy the Thundercats! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Cackling thunder and streaking lightning animated the heavens. The room, the very complex itself rumbled in the wake of that Zeus-like vehemence. At
once the world was silent again, deadly silent -- a single pin fell and its sharp sound echoed through the recesses of the laboratory.

Lady Thundera clapped and the lights turned on.

"Honestly, RD, what's with all these dramatics? You act as if people are actually reading this dribble."

"Yes, dear," he sighed, his eyes pointed down.

"What is that?" she asked, pointing to the glowing, spinning orb.

"That's my new night-light." She snickered at his answer. "It's for Fianna," he continued, clearing his throat. "You know how he gets lonely in his
kennel."

"I'd much rather throw him a Tygra 'bone,' hehehe!"

"You are a cruel, wicked madwoman! I told you Tygra doesn't have genitals and besides, Fianna's not that kind of dog. But now -- now that you've
mentioned my archenemies -- now I must diverge and contemplate the genius of my latest, master plan! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Why?"

"Why? Why?" He stood furiously -- the small cat he had been stroking on his lap flew across the room without a sound. "Why?" he approached his
evil accomplice, wringing his wildly stressed hands through his hair -- or what was left of it. The chat remained slumped against the wall -- it was dead,
dead as it had been for nearly two days, dead as it would be forever, eternally. "I’m an evil, bad-guy and worshiping our master plans is what we do."

"Oh, that's right. So, what is it this time? Methane-laced candles? Anti-Viagra? Falling beams of iron?"

"My dear, sweet, Lady Thundera. What I have in mind makes those mere implements of torture and pain pale in comparison! What I have in mind will
shake the very core of this fandom to its foundations! What I have in mind --"

"Have you been taking your Prozac?"

"Like I said -- I will unleash and set free the vilest element of evil into the world. An infection -- an infantile disorder of unimaginable proportions --
that will stifle Thundera Tiger and render impotent her allies in good, those blasted Blundercats and their precious, little crutch of Omens. A pestilence
so vile that even my master, Mumm-Ra himself, will be proud of his loyal disciple!"

Thunder and lightning crashed in the forests outside, burning dried leaves and branches in shivering orange flames.

She rolled her eyes and sighed: "What is it already?"

"Behold!" the madman pointed forward, to a tall, metal cylinder that only then began to rise and reveal its infernal content. "Evil incarnate!"

A dense, gray smoke filled the chamber and from the fog emanated a sound -- a grumble that echoed through the deep, hot pits of hell. "SINNERS!"
the voice boomed, shattering windows. "SINNERS IN THE HANDS OF AN ANGRY GOD!"

"It's alive! It's alive! IT'S ALIVE, ALIVE, ALIVE, HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"RD! What have you done?"

The physicist, aloof in the throws of his euphoria, turned to face his partner in crime: "It is Heavy-Handed, the Puritan! HAHAHAHAHAHA!
HAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHA! HA! HAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHA!"

"REPENT! REPENT! REPENT, LADY THUNDERA, FOR YOUR WICKED FANFIC THAT DARES EXPOSE THE TORRID, STEAMY
AFFAIRS THE LUNATACS LED BEHIND THE SCENES! REPENT BEFORE YOU DRAG THE SACRED NAME OF THE
THUNDERCATS DOWN TO YOUR MUDDY, BASELESS LEVEL! YOUR HOUR OF JUDGEMENT IS AT HAND!"

"Oh, brother! What a stiff!" Lady Thundera chuckled, hiding behind RD.

A tall figure formed itself out of the murky nothingness of the smoky haze. It was dressed in black from head to toe. Its head was adorned by a
strange hat with a belt and buckle around the brim. Its arms cradled a thin, coffee-stained book, titled with a glowing, red script: "The Thundercats
Bible."

"It's beautiful!" RD yelled aloud, blinded by the aura of his own brilliance. "It will go about the land, spreading it divisive rhetoric, converting the
masses to the flip-side. It will destroy fanfics with self-insertions and Marry Sues -- but especially those that burn with the sting of out of character
plots. It will put the Thundercats in their place and confine this fandom into reruns of derivative storylines without spirit and imagination. It will shrivel
the creative impulse and stomp it down into the ground -- into the dust." He looked at his creation and spoke: "Now, my faithful servant, I give you
your mission. You must stop Thundera Tiger from raping and pillaging the innocence of the characters of the Thundercats -- stop her from distorting
them into unrecognizable forms -- stop her before she succeeds from destroying their souls!"

"THUNDERA TIGER WILL REPENT! SHE WILL CONFESS HER SINS -- OR BURN AT THE STEAK!"

"Hey, RD, wait a minute."

"What, my accomplice?"

"If this guy's going to destroy all those fics, won't it destroy this one, too?"

The mad physicist stood silent -- stunned at the prospect he had not foreseen.

"I suppose so," he answered weakly, knowing then what was about to happen. "We will live forever," he told her, looking at her for the first time.

The black-clad giant opened its mouth like a snake and like a serpent it blasted forth a fireball that then consumed the screaming, writhing pair, the
chamber, the complex and --

Hmmm, I was sure there was more to this story, I wonder where it went? Hmmm --