The trio crept through the darkened rooms and hallways like those meddling kids from Coolsville. Papers were strewn about and lights were flickering and the three made sure to avoid being spotted by the Joes.
They start firing arrows at the two Joes who continue walking toward them. They ignite in flame uncaring of the damage they take and continue ordering the heroes three to surrender. But as the damage reaches their limit they topple to the ground sparking and hissing sputtering their last quote, “Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.”