*If that didn't do it, the CAIRO OVERCOAT'S final descent to where the remains stood DID, slamming into the ground, burying itself.*

*Then it explodes, revealing its contents. The metals of the sarchophagus form return to the cloth of the overcoat form as the thing burns away. The contents are one relatively unharmed Black and one INCREDIBLY harmed Lrd English. It seems as if Lrd English has had his larnyx ripped out of his throat, among other incredibly painful and lethal wounds. Two whole arms are completely missing. The Black's face was definitely concealed by the mask, but you could just TELL he was grinning. Lrd English has been slain.*

*Without much warning, an orb of void spontaneously generates and consumes Lord English. With just as little warning, his GOLDEN CUESTAFF teleports to The Black's position, which he grasps with relatively little difficulty despite it's rather large size.*

The Black: Might as well keep it...Hehe. I've still got the skills after all these years...Oh, hello, everybody.

MACHOKARP: OK, WHO ARE YOU AND HOW DID YOU DO THAT TO HIM, OF ALL PEOPLE?!!?!?!