I never created Superman TAS.
Curiosity caused Reverend Amos Howell to tilt his head to one side after he found himself in front of a dark house. He walked to the door and knocked. Perhaps potential victims for Unity were going to open their eyes sooner or later. Reverend Amos Howell frowned when the door never opened. He opened it and entered the house. The dark living room never bothered him.
Reverend Amos Howell's eyes widened as soon as a spirit materialized in front of him.
''Trespassers must perish,'' the scowling spirit said.
Reverend Amos Howell smiled. He shrugged. ''Any victim for Unity,'' he said.
THE END