"Whaddya wanna do?" whinged Brian. "I am sooo bored. Why can't we go back to doing stuff like killing bad-guys and stopping bombs?"
"Because we're not allowed," said Space Baron now help me into my suit.
"It's a pity all those bad-guys took out that restraining order isn't it," Brian informed the readers of the new plot, "now we have to stay away from them because we're too violent."
"Not if I can help it!" Said the Space Baron dramatically. "I'm going to court today to fight for our rights!"
"Oh good! Can I come too?" Brian asked.
"Er... no" The Space Baron Refused bluntly for Brian was too immature to handle court. "Well... I'm off."
"Bye" : Brian
"Bye" : SB as Karl got really really lazy, but not too lazy to type really twice.
Brian sat down to watch TV while the Space Baron was gone, but after only a few hours he got a call on the Space Baron emeergency phone.
"Hello, You've reached the Space Baron residence," he said "Brian speaking."
"Ah Brian," it was the Space Baron. "Er, could you come and bail me out please? There's a coupla thousand dollars in the old cookie jar."
"Why what happened?" Brian asked.
"I fought for our rights and they locked me up for fighting in court, and... they said I can't wear my Space Baron costume anymore because it is too tight and that's indecent exposure." The Space Baron said, trying hard not to cry.
"OK then, I'll be there as soon as I can. It's a pity you took the car as I will have to come by the Space Baron Roller Blades, which could take a while." said Brian.
"Oh yes, that's another thing," inserted the Space Baron. "I've had my licence revoked as there're a hell of a lot of speed camera photos of me driving to international emergencies that they misplaced for a while."
"I'm coming..." Brian trailed off as he hung up the phone.
IS THIS THE END OF THE SPACE BARON?
WILL BRIAN GET TO THE POLICE
STATION, OR WILL HE TAKE THE THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS TO SOME OTHER COUNTRY
AND LIVE LIKE A KING?
WILL BAD AND EVIL NOW TAKE OVER THE WORLD SIMPLY
BY GETTING COURT ORDERS FOR US ALL TO BECOME THEIR SLAVES?