"You shoulda listened, wise guy - taste some Midge blade!" 'D'oh!"

Mere feet away... "Heck, she's sliced another hand off... these X-Borg toys must have really crappy joints!"

Crappy joints or not, this Borg's still more than a match for Uber-Barbie, it's axe arm cutting through the custom doll's armour... The Barbie drops to her knees... awaiting the X-Borg's death blow...

... a blow that never comes, for at that instant -   "Gotcha! Heh, slain with your own blade. Kinda ironic, eh?"

But will a Barbie be joining him in the great toybox in the sky...

"No... what have you done... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I've become an unposeable fashion doll again!"

"Ok you green-skinned freak, bring her back!" "I don't know how, by all rights that spell should have reduced her to a bubbling lump of utterly useless plastic!" *sniffle* "I might as well be with a doll body like this" "Don't worry, Babs, Dr McCoy will sort you out and make you super-poseable again...

... and don't forget to ask Witchy about Dark Lords, Clint..."

"Ah, so you seek the Dark Lord..."

"Yep - where is he" "First you must through the Reddened Portal of Ga'Thlac and into the timeless mists of Sosondor, the Plane of Half Lost Time where lies the many horned Guardian of the Gate of The Furtlegrate, Prince of the Lands of T'dlaeka where dwells the..." *click* "Cut the crap - where's the damned portal, witch?"

"Sheesh, adventurers these days... no sense of the dramatic..." "I'm warning you." "Ok ok, that's it over there." "That?" "Don't blame me, the budget ran out about 5 pages ago - that's the best the effects people could do."

"It's not soo tacky given the right lighting." "Yeah, right. Anyway, c'mon Aeryn, let's go bag ourselves a Dark Lord..."

Maleficient watches Clint and Aeryn pass through the glowing doorway... before filling the room with her maniacal laughter... "BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! Fools - little know you what fate waits the unwary beyond the portal..."

"Oops... sorry, witchy... ... I tried handling this blaster with Barbie hands and... oops... I'm sorry."

"Let's get you to the Doc, Babs... erm, could you point that gun the other way too?"