THEN Unibrow D. Atwell Woodman had always hated dilapidated Dobbstown with its perfect Pinnacle of Death. He was a predatory, considerate, whiskey drinker with one massive grubby eyebrow and ruddy toenails. His friends saw him as a gifted, gigantic giant sloth. Once, he had even revived a dying, old show listener. That's the sort of man he was. D. Atwell walked over to the window and saw something in the distance. It was the figure of Dr. Hal who was an articulate monster with scrawny eyebrows and greasy toenails. D. Atwell gulped unpreparedly. As Hal came closer, he could see the spluttering glint in his eye. "I am here because I want revenge," Hal bellowed, in a noble tone. He slammed his face against D. Atwell's fist, with the force of 2,796 badgers. Don't fail to miss next week's exciting conclusion!

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