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The Grimalkin's Identity
When the Grimalkin regained consciousness, she found herself tied to a totem pole that the museum owned that had been built in India. It was an Indian totem pole that had been made in India.
McFist and his companion were standing with sinister grins upon their faces.
"Have a nice nap?" asked McFist's companion.
"Why do you have me tied up?" asked the Grimalkin.
"Gee, why would a couple of villains tie up a do-gooder in a town who already has one?" asked McFist sarcastically.
"Using me as bait?" asked the Grimalkin. "How cliché."
"Cliché!" exclaimed McFist. "I am not a cliché!
"Really?" asked the Grimalkin. "I discover you're a villain and I only just realize how obvious it is that you are one! I mean really, a cyborg arm with a brain with eyes on the wrist? Did you find an actual prosthetic limb not good enough for you?"
"That does it!" McFist clenched his fists and grabbed the Grimalkin by the throat. "You want cliché? Well, I could just break your neck with my arm! Be the cliché brutish villain!"
"Oh, sir." Chimed in McFist's companion. "Just a thought that came to mind. Why not remove her mask and find out who she is?"
"Ah, an excellent idea, Viceroy!" Viceroy! That was his name! The Grimalkin had a feeling that it was something like Governor. "And now I shall know just who you are!" McFist ripped off the Grimalkin's mask and any look of small victory soon vanished from his face as he realized: "I have no idea who this is."
"Well, she's a girl of high school age." Stated Viceroy. "And these sais of hers are actually broken batons telling us that she either is or was a baton twirler."
"I-I'm not!" insisted the Grimalkin. "T-They belong to my sister."
"Uh huh, yeah sure." Viceroy shook his head. "I can easily just hack the school's database and you will be known to us as simple as—"
"SMOKEBOMB!" Viceroy didn't get any further. The Ninja had arrived.