Prologue

A.D. 2008

It was just before dawn in an old abandoned warehouse in Corry, Pennsylvania where a man was working on a computer that he had stolen from WAL*MART a month prior. He was working on a formula for mind control that he would use to defeat the man who put him in jail, Special Agent Jon Zinger. Zinger had put many criminals in prison, but none were so angry at him as this man was. Zinger would wish that he had never been born when he was done with him.

He had installed a Virtual Reality video game system that would go with the mind control software so that he could convince some teenagers to use it. Among the games on the Virtual Reality system that he had attached were Madden NFL 2009, Triple Play Baseball 2008, NASCAR Thunder 2008, Final Fantasy XX, Grand Theft Auto 7, and The Terminator RPG.

After hours and hours of working with the formula just this night, the man was tired and was about to call it quits, when he finally figured out the correct formula and typed it into the computer. He now had the correct formula for mind control; he only needed the supplies. He decided that he'd steal them from WAL*MART that night before he went to bed. That way he could begin his project tomorrow.

He awoke the next afternoon after he had gotten nearly 6 hours of sleep, and set off in search of some teenagers that he would use for mind control. As he was driving Southward on Wright Street, he saw three older boys outside of a house on the West side of the road. He got out of his car and began to talk to them, and offered them a free Virtual Reality video game system. They quickly accepted, for they had high interest in high-tech video games.

Before he left, they told him their names – Trevor, Alex, and Jevin. They also told him that they loved Final Fantasy and Grand Theft Auto. He was pleased to hear this for it meant that they would be hooked on his mind control system before long. He then went home, and awaited for the opportune moment; the moment that they would be linked to his mind control system.

Chapter I

Homeland Security

Special Agent Jon Zinger was sitting about halfway back in the grandstands at Ralph Wilson Stadium on a Monday Night Football game in mid-October. It was midway through the third quarter. Buffalo Bills third-year starting quarterback J.P. Losman was under center waiting to receive the snap. Zach Thomas and the Miami Dolphin defense were just as rough as ever, holding the Bills to 35 yards through the air and 45 on the ground – the score was tied 3-3 with the Bills at their own 20.

J.P. Losman took the snap, dropped back, and let the pass fly deep. The ball had reached it's peak and was starting to descend when Zinger's cell phone rang. 'Hello, Zinger here,' he responded.

'Hey, Zinger - this is the chief. We've got a hostage situation down here, and we need you back right away. The police are at a standstill with this guy - this guy just won't put the gun down.'

'Alright, Chief, I'll be right down. Zinger out,' said Zinger as he put away his phone. He quickly walked towards the exit, glancing down to see what happened with the deep pass just as the chief called. Apparently, Wide Receiver Lee Evans had caught the ball at the 20-yard line and ran it into the end zone for a touchdown.

After he exited Ralph Wilson Stadium, he entered his private helicopter which was landed on the helicopter pad near the parking lot. 'Emergency, Alfred,' he said as he entered the helicopter.

'Right away, sir,' said Alfred. He was a tall, middle-aged man with grey hair wearing a black suit and glasses. The helicopter picked up and flew off for Corry, Pennsylvania – they got there about half-an-hour later and put down next to HQ. 'Can I persuade you to take a sandwich?' requested Alfred as Zinger was exiting the helicopter.

'I'll get drive-through,' Zinger responded.

'Oh Zinger, you're finally here,' sighed the Chief when Zinger walked in the door. 'There's a man holding four guys hostage down on Wright Street near Wright Street School. Get down there, quick, and take my car. And may the force be with you, Zinger.'

'May the force be with you, Chief,' replied Zinger as he took the keys from the chief. 'I'll be down there in a flash,' said Zinger as he ran out the door. He got into the chief's car and drove off towards Wright Street. When he got there, he found that the situation had already been resolved. He quickly went to Officer Goode and asked what happened.

'Well, Metzinger,' explained Officer Goode. 'This mystery man just snuck in the back-way and took the gun away from him before the guy even knew that he was there. I was sure glad of that. The man is gone now, but he told us his name was Wally West. He ran off really fast, too.'

'Well, it's over then,' sighed Zinger. 'Did you get the hostages to the hospital to make sure that they're all right?'

'Well, then – my work here is done. See you later, Officer Goode.'

'I believe that you'll see my smiling face before too long, Zinger,' predicted Officer Goode.

'I certainly hope so,' said Zinger as he got in the car. He started it up, and drove it back to HQ.

Chapter II

The Denominator Introduced

The next morning Zinger was awoken by his cell phone. 'Hola,' said Zinger. It was the Chief.

'Zinger, get down here right away! There's some crazy short guy in a Miami Dolphins coat and sunglasses calling himself the Denominator - sounds like a wack-a-doo or something. He's got a big machine gun too - I think he's got a huge arsenal with him. You'd better get down here right away.'

'Alright, chief - on my way. Zinger out,' said Zinger as he hung up his phone. 'It's a good thing that I took a shower last night,' pondered Zinger as he donned one of his blue Agent shirts.

He mounted his 26" NEXT mountain bike Silver – 'Hi-yo, Silver, away!' he shouted as he sped off towards HQ. When he got there, the chief rushed outside and began to speak. 'Zinger, he was last sighted at the Corry Journal. The police were there - they fired several shots at him after he shot at them. They hit him, but the bullets just bounced off - he must be wearing a bullet-proof vest or something. Try to find him - he shouldn't be too hard to spot for he's short with short blonde hair, sunglasses, a Miami Dolphins coat, and a machine gun. He's got two other guys with him, but they didn't fire any shots - they seemed more like backup, or possibly minions, or really bad eggs. Go Zinger, and become the difference that extracts the Denominator.'

'I shall, Chief, Lord willing. And he shall not divide me without a multiplication, not unless the twa corbies help out,' declared Zinger.

'Wait, Zinger - use my car!' ordered the chief.

'Affirmative,' responded Zinger.

'Hola?' questioned the Chief.

'Huh? Oh, I just woke up – I dreamt that I was investigating a salt shortage in Spain. Well, I'd better go.'

And it came to pass that Zinger got into the chief's car and began to drive around the city of Corry searching for this man who called himself the Denominator. As he was driving westward down East South Street near the high school, he saw there a man in a Dolphins jacket walking strangely. He pulled up behind him, and he saw that he recognized this man. He got out of the car and addressed the man. 'Hey Trevor, what are you up to?'

Trevor began to speak with a deep voice and an Austrian accent. 'I am the Denominator. You have been scheduled for denomination.'

'Baptist, Methodist, Catholic? Which denomination are you talking about?'

'Sarah Connor?' asked the Denominator.

'No – you know very well that my name is Jon Zinger. And I think,' remarked Zinger, 'that you've been watching too many Schwarzenegger movies. You'd better come with me. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you do or say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to...' Before Zinger could say any more, the Denominator pulled a machine gun out of his coat and began to aim it at Zinger. Zinger could do nothing as the Denominator cocked the trigger and pulled it. It clicked - it was out of bullets.

'Whew,' sighed Zinger. 'I'm sure glad of that. Thank You, Lord.' At that moment the Denominator slammed his gun across Zinger's face, knocking him out. The last thing that Zinger knew before everything went black was the Denominator walking away, saying 'I'll be back!'

Chapter III

Villains Unite

As the Denominator walked away from Zinger, who was laying on the ground, unconscious yet again, he walked westward towards town. At approximately 8:00 AM he approached the Roger's Structural Steel building. He had known of it being used as a criminal hideout in the past, and it had worked pretty well some times, or would have had it not been for Special Agent Jon Zinger, the man whom he was scheduled to denominate.

He walked inside the building and found that Alex and Jevin were already there waiting for him. They had scheduled to meet there at 8 AM and report what they had found that would help them on their mission.

The Denominator spoke first - 'I met Zinger about half an hour ago. He pulled up alongside of me while I was walking west on East South Street near the high school. He must've been looking for me, the pompous fool. He began to read me my rights, but I pulled out my machine gun while he was speaking and aimed. Unfortunately, I was out of bullets and we don't have any more cartridges. I was forced to knock him out, a fate that he seems to get too often. It's unfortunate that no one has finished the job yet.'

'I hate that kid,' declared Alex. 'He walks like a queer when he's listening to his music. I hate his music too - wimpy classical junk. Anybody who's a real man listens to hard rock, heavy metal, jazz, and stuff.'

'Or Paul McCartney,' interjected the Denominator.

'I used to think that some of Zinger's music was okay,' said Jevin, 'but he hates Pokémon and Harry Potter, and he loves Lord of the Rings too much.'

'One thing is clear,' said the Denominator. 'He's too much of a goody-two-shoes and he's too narrow with his beliefs. He needs to have a real scare - something that'll cut his socks off. The boss wants him killed though - I'd rather just give him a nervous breakdown or something. Maybe that would get him straight on a few things, but the Boss wants him denominated. Or maybe you can abominate him, Alex. He always did call you Alex the Abominable.'

'Maybe so,' replied Alex, 'but in any case, we have to kill him like the Boss says. You know what he'll do to us if we fail in our quest. We have to kill him and take the ring from him. The boss knows about his legendary ring and he wants it. The boss says that the ring is what gives Zinger the victory all the time. So we must get this ring if we are to defeat him. We aren't even gonna put a scratch on him if we don't get the ring.'

'I think it's Energico,' said Jevin. 'But I can't wait until this is over, then I can go home and play Grand Theft Auto 7 on my VR system. I love stealing cars, and I really love shooting the cops. Of course, I always put in a cheat to lower my wanted level.'

'Jevin, focus,' commanded the Denominator. 'We don't have time to think about the games right now. I know they're fun. I loved the Terminator RPG, but I haven't played that since we got our commands from the Boss. Now, we've got to figure out how to get this ring from him. The Boss says that it's got letters marked on the band, on the inside and outside, in some language that he calls the Black Speech - something about 'one ring to rule them all' or somethin' like that. Well, we've got to go back out and look for him. He should be unconscious still - he has a history of being unconscious for a long time. Everybody - huddle up! 86 Circle Cro Lateral on 3 - ready, break!'

Chapter IV

A Nigrescent Kidnapping

Zinger awoke and found that he was not in the same place in which he was knocked out at. He was in a room that was air conditioned with blue wallpaper decorated with spider-webs. There were huge posters and pictures of pandas all around the room, along with a Michael Vick bobblehead doll, other Atlanta Falcons memorabilia, Ryan Newman cars, and a laptop computer that was a quarter-inch thick. He also noticed that he had a wet cloth on his forehead. The door suddenly opened - into the room came Jon's friend RJ Wotus, who had found him lying on the sidewalk and brought him in the Chief's car to his house.

He brought in some bread and water and set it on the table next to the bed that Zinger was on. 'Hello, Jon - it's 9:00 AM, and you're at my house. I found you lying on the side of the road near the high school and noticed that the chief's car was parked there. I figured that you had driven it there, and since I found his keys in your pocket, I drove you here. His car's still outside when you're ready. You'd better have a bite - but not like SPIDER-MAN. I was going to toast the bread for you, but then I remembered that you don't like eating toast. Here's some water, too. You can have a can of Mountain Dew to take with you when you leave, but you'd better start with water.'

'Thank you, RJ. I'm blessed to have a friend like you. I shudder to think what would have happened had I been left laying there until the Denominator came back. I may have been unconscious for a long time. I usually am unconscious for several hours at least, save for this and the other time that you awoke me prematurely. I think that he is coming back to look for me - he said that I was scheduled to be denominated, then tried to shoot me. Praise the Lord that his gun was empty, and he simply knocked me out, walked away, and said 'I'll be back!' He was talking like Arnold Schwarzenegger. The Denominator - now I see why he's calling himself that.'

'Sounds almost like a looney tune to me. I would call him that, if that weren't one of your nicknames,' said RJ. 'Remember when I had that accident with the chemicals and turned into that shadowy guy?'

'Oh, yes,' affirmed Zinger. 'When you were the nigrescent character that was injecting everybody in town with the potion to bring out the suppressed emotions in everyone. Then Nate got injected and beat everybody up, including you and me. Oh yes, that was a Jekyll-and-Hyde situation with you as well. That was scary - I certainly hope that nothing like that happens ever again.'

At that moment the light turned off and all of the shades covered the windows. A shadow crept in the door and approached them. He looked just like the nigrescent character that RJ had been years before, a pitch-black hole in the darkness. Before RJ or Zinger could react, he grabbed an Atlanta Falcons helmet and hit RJ over the head with it and knocked him out. He then dragged him out the door before Zinger could get out of the bed.

When he opened the door, there was no trace of RJ or the shadow. Zinger went downstairs and found that no one was there. The phone was off the hook, Bro. Rick's computer was left on, where he had been watching SPIDER-MAN 4. The TV had been left on as well, on which RJ's brother Paul had been playing Madden NFL 2008 on their Nintendo Gamecube. All of the Woti were gone - they had been kidnapped by this nigrescent force that may be worse than all of the rest of Zinger's opponents. Zinger went outside, got into the chief's car, and drove off.

Chapter V

Rise of the Machines

As Zinger drove eastward on West Smith Street, he decided to go back to the place near the corner of Avenue A and East South Street, where he had previously met the Denominator. As he drew near, he realized that he had not yet prayed in this case. Once again, he had forgotten to pray. He pulled over into the parking lot of the Rehabilitation Administration and parked the car.

'Dear Lord,' he began. 'I apologize for once again forgetting to pray in this case and I thank You for this gorgeous day in which You have given us to serve You. I also thank You for my job as a special agent and I thank You for helping me to solve all of my other cases to date. Lord, please help me to find the Denominator - I don't know where in this city he is, but I do know that You know exactly where he is. Lord, please help me to find him and to defeat him. Help me to go in Your strength, Lord, in Jesus' name, Amen.'

Zinger then pulled the car out of the parking lot and headed towards the high school. When he got to the high school he drove over to the far side of the parking lot near the large cement blocks. He got out of the car and noticed three men walking towards him: the Denominator and his two minions. He also noticed walking up to him from East South Street was his friend Nathan Jewell. Nate had just been hired by the WWE as their primary commentator last summer.

'Hey Jon, how's it been?' asked Nate.

'Nate, get out of here!' commanded Zinger. 'It's too dangerous - the Denominator and his two minions are coming this way! I need to face them alone. Now is not your opportune moment!'

'What are you talking aboot?' asked the Nate. 'Don't you know that I am the Nate, and I am that dang stupid?!'

'I know that,' affirmed Zinger, 'but now is not the time. They're almost here - go!'

At that moment the Denominator and his two minions were approximately 60 feet away from them. 'Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls of all ages,' began the Nate. 'Strap yourselves in for the ride of your lives. In this corner we have the Denominator! Weighing in at 130 pounds, wearing a Miami Dolphins jacket and dark sunglasses. Now, in this corner, we have Alex the Abominable! Weighing in at 140 pounds, he is wearing the light blue trunks and red shirt. In this corner, we have Jevin the Terminated! Weighing in at 120 pounds in the feather-weight division, he is wearing red trunks and a yellow Pokémon shirt!

'Now, in this corner, the contestant that you've all been waiting for, we have Special Agent Jon Zinger! He is wearing the blue jeans and blue Special Agent Shirt. Now, we have these three villains versus this one good guy!'

Nate stepped away and began dialing numbers on his cellular telephone. The Denominator took a step towards Zinger and said, 'I know you have the ring! Give us the ring!'

'I don't know what you're talking about,' said Zinger. 'I don't have any ring - I'm not married, not engaged, not dating anyone. I don't have any ring. Not unless you mean the Super Mario Brothers ringtone on my cell phone.'

'There is no need to hide it. We know you have the ring. It is the special power that helps you solve all your cases. It is gold with markings on the band in the Black Speech. That's becoming my favorite language, I might add. Come back, to Mordor we will take you.'

'No!' said Zinger. 'I do not have any ring. I believe that the ring of which you speak was destroyed in Mount Doom on March 25, in the year 3019 of the Third Age, 1419 by Shire-Reckoning.'

'I told you it was Energico!' said Jevin. 'I'm going to be a master of disguise. I'm going to be a master of disguise.'

'Oh, shut up, Jevin!' said the Denominator. 'Don't listen to him. He's obviously lying - we'll have to take the ring from him by force so we can give it to the boss.'

'The only power that helps me solve my cases,' declared Zinger, 'is the Lord God Almighty. Elohim, Jesus Christ, El-Shaddai, if you will. He is the Power that helps me to solve all of my cases. There is no ring, and no Energico!'

At each mention of the name of Christ, the three villains stepped back as if wounded and winced in pain. Zinger took that as his cue, and running towards the three villains, intended to tackle the Denominator. He laid his right shoulder directly in the middle of the Denominator's chest, knocking him flat on the ground with Zinger on top of him. The Denominator laid on the ground with the wind knocked out of him. Zinger got up. 'This is who you're messing with, Denominator! I am the Numerator!'

'And I am the dividing line between the two!' declared Alex the Abominable as he reached his fingers around Zinger's neck. He turned Zinger around and held him up in the air. 'You have been erased,' said the Abominable. Nate was nowhere to be seen - Jevin helped the Denominator pick himself up. Zinger was doomed.

Chapter VI

The Cavalry Returns

Alex the Abominable was holding Zinger up in the air. 'Denominator - see if the ring is in his pocket - we've got to get it. The boss would never let us be if we didn't get it. Hurry, I can't hold on to him much longer.'

While the Denominator was pawing inside of Zinger's pockets, they heard a voice behind them. 'We are the Fellowship of the Nate!'

Nate had come to rescue him! 'Praise the Lord!' thought Zinger.

'I am the Nate, and I am that dang stupid!' declared Nate.

'Obviously,' said the Denominator.

'I am Rachel, your worst nightmare!' declared the second member of the fellowship.

'I am Toast, and I believe that I'll be toasting you today for you are making me crispy! And just so you know, I don't like Arnold Schwarzenegger movies.'

'Oh, sure you don't, you half-minded hippopotamus!' said Jevin.

Rachel was furious at this point. 'You violated the Toast Treaty!' She then threw a hard punch at Jevin's jaw, sending him backwards onto the pavement.

He stood up - 'She's just a slack-jawed idiot who can't figure out what color she wants her hair to be.' Rachel hit him again, this time in the eye, knocking him once again into the pavement. 'I can't believe that you're willing to defend a moronic mass of titanium,' said Jevin as he stood up once more. She landed another punch to his jaw, so hard this time, that it broke his jaw. Blood was streaming from his face as he laid on the asphalt with his face to the ground.

Zinger began to struggle with Alex the Abominable, prompting him to drop Zinger to the ground. Nate then grabbed Alex by the neck, pulling him to the ground, and began to punch him in the face. Zinger kicked the Denominator in the face, sending him sprawling onto the ground. Blood was streaming from his face as he got up once more, but Rachel, who had come to join Zinger, landed a punch on his face so hard that it not only broke his jaw, but rendered him unconscious as well.

Nate ceased from punching Alex the abominable and picked him up by the neck. Zinger walked over and asked, 'So who is this boss that you've been talking about?'

'I'll never tell!' Alex declared defiantly.

'Alright,' said Zinger. 'But you'd better tell me where I can find him or Nate will continue.'

'Alright! Alright!,' Alex screamed. 'He's in the old Roger's Structural Steel building - in a back room. More than likely he'll be working on his computer.'

'Thank you. Put him down, Nate, and put these handcuffs on him, then call the chief' Rachel and Toast were high-fiving each other when Zinger called to them. 'Rachel, put these on the Denominator; Toast, you put these on Jevin. I've got to go find me a villain.' Zinger then got in the chief's car and headed off towards the old Roger's Structural Steel building.

Chapter VII

A Tale of Two Villains

Zinger pulled to a stop on Eagle Street in front of the old Roger's Structural Steel building. He parked the car, got out, and approached the door. Just before he opened the door, he decided to kneel down and pray.

'Dear Lord, I thank You for this gorgeous day, and I thank You for my job as a special agent, and also thank you for friends such as Nate, RJ, Rachel, and Toast, and I thank You for sending them to help me today. Lord, please help me as I enter this building to find this villain. Help me to be able to apprehend him without any injury to either myself or him, in Jesus' name, Amen.'

Zinger got up and opened the door to the building. There were no lights, save for one in a room off to the southwest corner of the building. He silently walked towards the room, wondering who the villain might be. As he entered the room, a man sitting in an office chair by a computer turned as he heard him. 'Billy Bob?!' said Zinger in disbelief.

'How did you find me, Zinger? You never did know when to stop, did you?' asked Billy Bob.

'Yes, Billy Bob - I do know when to stop - but it's not time to stop as long as a reprobate such as yourself in still on the loose.'

'Darn you, Zinger!' said Billy Bob in disgust.

'You don't have a very good memory, do you, Billy Bob?'

'Well, I doubt that you do either. You probably don't even remember what happened the last time we met, do you?' asked Billy Bob.

'Of course I remember – an elephant never forgets,' declared Zinger.

'Zinger, watch out behind you!' warned Billy Bob.

Zinger turned and saw a shadowy character moving towards him with a knife. 'Oh, no - Deja Vú,' said Zinger as he dodged the knife, jumping out of the room.

Billy Bob ran off out the door while Zinger was preoccupied with the shadow. 'To steal one of the words that you're famous for, Zinger - toodle-pip! I'll have to kill you another day!'

The shadow stabbed Zinger in the left shoulder while Zinger was distracted by Billy Bob running out the door. Zinger winced and tore the knife out, then kicked the shadow in the face. Zinger was in no mood for games now. He threw the knife across the room and kicked the shadow in the face again. The shadow grabbed Zinger's legs and pulled him to the ground. Zinger punched him in the face a few times as they rolled around. The shadow stopped resisting, and lay on the ground, groaning.

Zinger got up, turned a light on and pulled the mask off of the shadow. He was a light-skinned man with red hair. Zinger did not recognize the man so he pulled out the man's wallet. 'I'm Harry Osborn - you don't need to see my ID,' the man said. Zinger opened the wallet anyways and looked at the ID. It said James Franco. 'SPIDER-MAN will pay. I swear on my father's grave, SPIDER-MAN will pay.'

'Sounds like we need to get you to North Warren,' declared Zinger as he put handcuffs on Mr. Franco. He then pulled out his cell phone and called the chief to inform him of the news, when he heard a noise in the southeast corner of the building. He walked over to that side of the building and turned on the light. There were five figures in sacks that were squirming and moaning as if there were gagged people inside. Zinger cut the first one open and realized who it was. 'RJ!' said Zinger. 'I'm so glad that I've found you. Billy Bob ran off, but the shadow is done. The Denominator, Alex the Abominable, and Jevin have been arrested.'

'Good,' said RJ, 'and thank you, but you'd better release my family before you do any more talking.'

'Oh, right,' said Zinger as he began to open the rest of the sacks. RJ helped him, and after they were done, Zinger went outside to look for Billy Bob. He was nowhere to be seen. He had to find him, knife-wound or no.

Chapter VIII

The Reprobate Strikes Back

After Special Agent Jon Zinger had finished praying, he crossed West Smith Street towards Corry Memorial Hospital. He entered the main entrance of the hospital and walked up to the main desk where they sent him to the emergency room. When he got there, the hospital personnel attempted to take him in first to treat his knife-wound, but he insisted that they treat Billy Bob first. 'His wound is much more serious than mine.'

'But you're the good guy - he's the bad guy. He's your arch-nemesis.'

'You are entirely accurate - he is my arch-nemesis,' declared Zinger. 'In fact, I ought to hire Danny Elfman to compose a soundtrack for our adventures. He would be perfect for Billy Bob's theme. But you must remember that his injury is more serious than mine is, and I shall not die save if it is God's will for me to die. If it is His will, then I shall die, and there is absolutely nothing that you can do about it. Now, treat Billy Bob first.'

The hospital personnel were forced to treat Billy Bob's wounds before Zinger. They then took Billy Bob to the Riverbend Maximum Security Prison in Virginia. After they had treated Billy Bob, they took Zinger in and fixed up his shoulder, and told him that it would be alright in no time.

Zinger decided that he must visit the hospital beds of Trevor, Alex, and Jevin. Trevor was most apologetic. 'I'm sorry, Zinger. I apologize for trying to denominate you. I'm sure glad the gun was empty. If I had killed you, then it would be over - no more Zinger. Then Billy Bob would have kept at it, and I would still be subject to that horrid mind control. Can I still keep my VR system, and the Terminator RPG too?'

'I'm sorry, Trevor, but I can't let you do that. That VR system is corrupt, and is the entire reason that you fell subject to the mind control. I have to get going, and visit your former minions. Toodle-pip.'

Zinger then went to visit Alex the Abominable – 'I'm sorry for trying to abominate you, but I still hold my opinion about your music and the way you walk when you listen to it. But overall, I do regret all that I did under the spell of the VR.'

Well, I'm glad of that, Alex. Well, goodbye,' said Zinger as he walked out of the room to visit Jevin. 'Hey, Jevin - how's your jaw doing?'

'Well,' said Jevin. 'It'll heal up soon. They're trying that new treatment where they replace the jawbone using stem cells. I didn't want them to do it, because I don't really like stem cell research, but they insisted. I do regret saying those dreadful things about Toast, except for the part about her constantly dying her hair. Can we get Rachel to sign the Toast Treaty once again?'

'Well, I'll get her up here in a couple of days, Jevin, and we'll have it signed for you in a jiffy. And I don't blame you about the stem cell research – I don't like it either. Well, I've got to go, so toodle-pip.' With that Zinger walked out of the hospital and found that the Fellowship of the Nate was outside waiting for him to emerge. This time RJ was with them, as well as a new member of the Fellowship, Matt Hulings.

'This completes the Fellowship of the Nate,' declared the Nate. 'We picked up Charlie Brown today just after we finished with the really bad eggs at the high school. He said that he wanted to join our quest to aid Zinger at each beck and call. We accepted, for we already know him, and we know that you know and trust him.'

'That I do, Nate. Hey Rachel, you'd better get up there and see Jevin - he wants to re-sign the Toast Treaty - he's truly apologetic about his behaviour. And I'd better find out who won the Bills game that I was at last night before I was so rudely interrupted.'

Zinger went home and got on his computer to find out that the Bills had won the game 10-3. Lee Evan's touchdown just as he had left had been the game winner. 'Praise God,' thought Zinger.

Zinger decided to kneel down and pray. 'Dear Lord,' he began. 'I thank You for helping me to overcome these five villains that I have faced today, and I pray that you'll be with them as they are in hospital or in jail, and I pray that what ones have not already accepted you as their personal Saviour, that they'll do so as soon as may be. Thank you for this gorgeous day, and I thank You for healing my shoulder. I also thank You for allowing the Bills to win last night, in Jesus' name, Amen.'