The brightly lit corporate headquarters of 1-800-HENCHMEN, a busy office, a small meeting.
    "We just got word from the police."
    "What?"
    "Well, from police radio and the news reports and everything, I'd have to say that General Motors did not succeed in 'showing them all.'"
    "Did he follow the plan that I thought he was going to, where he was gonna start destroying the Honda dealerships?"
    "Nah, he went after a kabuki performance."
    Pause. "Good, 'cause there's a lot of profit in kabuki... I think. He paid us all in advance, didn't he?"
    "Yeah, set up so that we'd draw off of his retirement package."
    "He's sure of himself. Was he one of the people who asked for legal defense?"
    "Yeah, you wanna arrange something for that?"
    "Might as well."
    "On the other hand, we're having a profitable quarter."
    "Profitable?"
    "Well, we got the money off of General Motors in advance, we've already laundered the money that Babe delivered to us."
    "I have to say, I didn't expect him to be as clever as he was."
    "Some people, they look really stupid, and then they still end up kicking your ass."
    "Do we have any more people in the pipeline?"
    "No. Looks like it's just these four for the moment. We need to arrange for them to be getting more work."
    "Let's see what we can do about setting up team-ups. Yeah...."

Meanwhile, in the holding cells:
    "I almost had them," General Motors growled as the door closed.
    "Yeah, me too," his new cellmate said cheerfully. "I had one of their associates locked up in a deathtrap and everything."
    Motors blinked. "What are you prattling about, you fool?"
    "Oh, hi. I'm the Postman," he introduced himself. "How are ya?"
    He groaned as they shook hands. "They hit me with some kind of bioelectric shock."
    "That was Needle. You probably should have done your research beforehand," the Postman advised.
    "Research? I didn't even expect them to be there!" Motors protested.
    "You should have. I went out and mailed off for the full informational packets on them," Postman explained. "There are a couple of fan clubs for them and all the rest of it, it was a lot of useful data."
    Pause. "Postman, huh?"
    "M-hm."
    "Why are you still in jail?" he asked suspiciously.
    "Well, I got out on bail once, and they arrested me again," he admitted.
    "Fool," General Motors hissed.
    "Fine, if you're gonna be that way," the Postman huffed petulantly. "I'm gonna go over here, write a letter to my lawyer."
    "Go ahead, write a letter to your lawyer! That won't save you. My master plan is only in its first step! Soon, the entire island of Japan will be sunk underneath the sea!"
    "Really?" Postman looked impressed. "How're you gonna do that?"
    "I'm working on that. That's what steps two through fourteen are about."
    "Oh. Well, at least you plan in advance. Maybe I could write off for some informational packets on planning these things for you."
    "There are informational packets on this?"
    "Hey man, you can get anything through the mail. Except live scorpions," he added conscientiously.

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