Prologue.- This is not the quippy title you were looking for.
In a desolated wasteland, we see a figure sitting lonely and whistling a happy tune.
However, the scene was everything but happy, as there was blood spilled all around him, there was rubble of what used to be a city and a few vehicles, which went from cars to Pelicans, and even a very famous corellian carrier.
The whistling figure was wearing a bloody brownish pelt over a ripped yellow tuxedo. However, the fact that said figure was wearing the bloody pelt was not the most beffuddling thing about he, no, it was that his teeth were huge and his face was green.
All of a sudden, the figure stopped his whistling and looked around, grinning widely at you.
- Oh, hello there, fella! - The green faced being said rather cheerfully. - You may wonder "What the hell is someone as cool as me doing just sitting and whistling in this warzone?" Well, the answer is rather simple, you just have to look at the title of this story to get an idea of what I did. I could tell you right now, but that'd take the fun of my newest adventure! So, I think I should show you what happened in the last three months, two weeks, five days, fifteen hours, thirty-three minutes and twelve seconds.
And thus, the Mask stood up, he spun a bit, fixing and cleaning his tuxedo in a couple of seconds, then he pulled out a projector from his pocket, he set it on the ground and pulled a screen from nowhere. The green-faced man pulled out an 8 mm film from the inside of his jacket and set it on the projector, then he turned it on and hummed a tune as the screen showed in green letters that seemed to be melting:
THE MASK KILLS THE EVILVERSE