"Arabic? Latin?" Devil Cat said. "Whatever language it is, it still means you're going to jail."

"I think not," said the hard voiced man. Now visible, the man was pale skinned with a Van Dyke, wearing a crisp white suit and a green turban. The criminals stood in a knot in a grimy and derelict kitchen. "Your mere firearms are no match for the Magnifico, the Master of Mesmerism!"

"You could be Svengali for all I care," Devil Cat explained. "It won't keep you out of the State Penitentiary."

The room suddenly began to expand. Either that or Devil Cat had begun to shrink. Turning about in alarm, Devil Cat looked to find a place of safety from these juggernauts towering above him. The bodies of Magnifico and his minions seemed to warp and t...

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