Natasha was one of the few people that knew that Henry was not only Dr. Stranglehold, but was also twelve or so other terrorists. He found that he got much more thinking time if the authorities were looking for more
than just him.
"Za phirst dert haz bein fired my dear! Seun he vil succumb!" Henry screamed in his scary Nazi persona.
"Uhhh Henry, the Nazi personality isn't who I want to talk to right now...wheeeeeere's the little immortal dictator I want to talk toooo?" Natasha said patronizingly.
"Insolent girl! I vil haf ze entire Third Reich shoot you until dead!" Henry was losing it again decided Esmeralda.
It was time to do the most logical thing, the thing that almost always got Henry back to Henry. She, wearing her black leather spiked high heels, kicked him as hard as she could, right between the legs. Henry fell to his knees clutching his undeveloped future children.
"Roust shnell!!! No...NO!...Have you all abandoned Stalin? No not right either...ooooo you bet your bippy...ok...ok, I'm fine...I'm...ya bloody no good...no really this time for sure...how could you hit me in the
damn...?" Henry finally collapsed on the floor, a slight trickle of blood oozing from his ears.
"Okay. Have we had our little temper tantrum now Henry?"
"Yes, I'm fine...thank you. You, as always, were quite... efficient in getting me back to... normal."
"Whatever. Anyway, we need to find a way to dispose of Phil and his companion once and for all...they've gotten too close to the Scottish secrets locked away in the package they so carelessly use to keep their pool table level. By the way...where are we?"
"Asia."
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