It had been a month since the Jefferson party, and Frasier and Harriet had become very close. Frasier got Harriet a job as Roz's assistant, because A) it was a small job he didn't have to beg his boss for, and B) because Roz demanded an assistant, especially to help her with her baby.

"Get me a coffee, eh, Harriet?" Roz asked as she waltzed into her booth.

"Right away, Roz,"Harriet grumbled. "Honey?"

"No honey, please."

"I was talking to Frasier..."

"Hmm?" Frasier looked up from his desk. "Oh, no thanks."

Harriet jumped off the desk, gave him a kiss on the cheek and walked off.

"Nice girl," Roz said to him. "Very charming."

"And very intelligent," Frasier added.

"Mmm-hmm. So... when are you gonna dump her?"

"Excuse me?"

"Face it, Frasier: you have bad luck with women. Either you break up with them or they break up with you for calling them by the name of your latest ex."

"One time that happened! One!"

Bulldog started to pound on Frasier's door, begging Frasier to let him in.

Frasier opened the door and snapped, "What is it, Bulldog?"

"Two things!" Bulldog panted. "Two very important things!"

"Oh...? Tell me, would one of them be about a young girl you are taken with, only to get bored of later?"

"Yes, but... How did you know?"

"A lucky guess?"

"Anyway, the place has been bought out! We have this whole new boss and everything."

"Really? And do you know-"

"This weird old coot. He's short, black, greying hair, and smells like a junkyard."

"Why, that's a little uncalled for. What's he really like?"

At that point (and I mean, right after Frasier said that) a short black man with greying hair and the smell of a junkyard wandered in.

"So you're the psychiatrist guy," the man said, eyeing Frasier. "Lamont told me about you."

"And who, pray tell, is Lamont?" Frasier asked.

"My son," the man said with much pride. "He's an actor."

"How wonderful."

"Hello, there, boss!" Bulldog said warmly, extending his hand towards the man. "If you need anything at all, boss, just tell me, boss."

The man folded his arms and stared at Bulldog. "A suck-up."

Bulldog chuckled awkwardly and put his hand down.

The man said to Frasier, "Sorry to hear that your fancy degree only got you this crummy job."

"It's a wonderful job," Frasier told him.

"Heh! Yeah, right."

"So what made you want to buy the place?" Bulldog asked.

"Well, suck-up, I thought that I was too old and tired to continue on in the junk business alone. And Sanford Arms was getting dull."

"Told you he worked in junk," Bulldog whispered to Frasier. Frasier just stared at him in contempt.

"Well, it was good to see you, Mr. Sanford?"

"Yep!"

"Just like those apartments!" Bulldog chimed in.

"I have a show soon," Frasier told them. "I hope to see you again another time, sir."

"You're insincere," Mr. Sanford told him. "But... can you do me a favor?"

"Sure. What is it?"

"Die."

Mr. Sanford's right hand shaped and grew into a hammer, then slammed into Frasier's desk, cracking up the surface.

"Woah!" Roz gasped.

"Suck-up!" Mr. Sanford called.

"Yes, sir?" Bulldog said.

"Come, you can help me take him out. Be a nice meat shield, boy!"

"Okay!"

"Woah, woah, woah!" Roz snapped, jumping up from her seat. "You can't fight him two-on-one!"

"Would you care to assist me in battle?" Frasier said sarcastically. He summoned the Sword and gripped the handle tightly.

"As a matter of fact, I would!"

Roz left her booth and entered the room, siding next to Frasier.

"Why are you doing this, Bulldog?" Roz asked.

"Because it's best to side with the boss," Bulldog responded innocuously. "It's best for your job."

"And a dead man can't do his job!" Mr. Sanford added. "So Bulldog, if you survive, you can have Frasier's job."

"What?"

Frasier Crane and Roz Doyle VS Fred Sanford and Bob "Bulldog" Briscoe

"You take Sanford while I take Bulldog," Roz said to Frasier.

"Right," Frasier agreed.

FIGHT!

Roz lunged at Bulldog with her foot in the air. She knicked him, but he quickly blocked her with his forearms.

"Betcha didn't know I'm a prized fighter," Bulldog snickered. He grabbed Roz's foot and threw her across the room.

"I'm okay!" Roz called out.

"Not for long!"
"Hitting a girl, Bulldog?" Frasier said rudely.

"You know, you have weird veins on the side of your forehead. They pop out when you're angry."

"Why, you..."

"Pay attention!" Fred called out.

Frasier turned to Fred and found the man so close he could hear his breath.

Fred's hands -both hammers- grasped Frasier's sword and threw it across the room.

"The sissy white boy's gonna get hit," Fred said.

"Sissy?" Frasier gasped. "Wait, sissy?"

"That's what I said! Are you deaf?"

"Do you, perhaps, know a Mr. George Jefferson?"

Fred backed down and said, "Why yes!"

"Does his attack on me relate to your attack on me?"

"Why yes! And no."

"No?"

"We wanted to beat you, all of us! But George also wanted to make sure his friend's daughter wasn't hassled by you."

"Why me? What makes me so important?"

"Ah, you don't get it?"

Frasier didn't respond.

"Cheers has been around in, what? The seventies, eighties?"

Frasier didn't respond.

"Sixties? Eh, probably the eighties."

Fred turned away and said, "We're banning together. Us eighties shows are slowly fading away from television. Now all you kids watch is Friends and Raymond. But what about our reruns? What about the classics that inspired them? Why must we slowly fade away, while they rest on their rotten laurels and be remembered? What about the following we built up be ignored?"

Fred shed a tear.

He went on, "We're turning against you nineties shows. You still stay! You were the start of our fall! And the networks. And actors holding out for more money. One by one we're wipng you all out. Raymond and Debra may have taken down the children of Full House, but they fell... Just... like... you will."

Fred turned to Frasier and raised his hammers.

Just as Frasier shot out a rune-filled beam of blue light. Fred wasn't fast enough to defend himself.

Fred stumbled back quite a bit and said, "Jefferson's attack, eh?"

"But not as powerful," Frasier started to pant. "Less charge time but less powerful."

"How did you learn it?"

"A callous woman named Florence appeared at my doorstep and taught it to me. She said it was a skill I might need one day."

"She turned," Fred muttered to himself. "But why?"

"I was confused, too. Never saw her again after that."

"Unfortunately for her, she was summoned to deal with Wings."

"That show isn't even on anymore?"

"Really? Oh well, an enemy is an enemy is an enemy!"

Frasier ran towards the sword, but Fred tripped him with his hammers.

"What's the matter?" Fred asked as he stood over Frasier. "You can't fight without the weapon? No powers?"

Frasier covered his face as Fred raised a hammer.

"JUDO CHOP!" came a voice.

Frasier uncovered his face to see Fred go cross-eyed. Roz was behind him.

He took this opportunity to headbutt Fred in the chest.

"What happened to Bulldog?" Frasier asked.

Roz pointed to Bulldog, limp on the floor with a microphone wire wrapped around this throat.

Frasier and Roz continued to strike Fred on opposite sides. Fred was stunned.

Frasier roundhouse kicked Fred and he and Roz pushed him into a wall.

Frasier picked up the Sword and said to Roz, "We make a pretty good team."

"I need a drink," Roz sighed. "Where's Harriet?"

"Where is Harriet?"

Fred slammed his hammers in their faces.

"Super Mode!" Fred announced. He started to glow and grew much larger and muscular, towering over Frasier.

Roz had fallen to the ground. Fred kicked her out of his way and stood before Frasier.

"You're very tough," Frasier confessed.

"Thanks, and same to you," Fred said respectfully. "You can take a few hits."

"Nowhere near as much as you can, Mr. Sanford."

"Call me Fred...Frasier."

"So are we done with this fight?"

"Nope!"

Fred brought down a hammer, but Frasier was able to dodge. He actually dodged a few hits.

"Get back here!" Fred called out. "Can't you sit still and let me hit you?"

He seems slower now, Frasier thought to himself. Then, Of course! This must be his drawback!

"You're getting slower, old man," Frasier called out. "And now I know your weakness."

Frasier jumped up and delivered several fast punched to Fred. Fred responded by waving his hammers, but Frasier dodged. Frasier again attacked, but decided to try and damage a hammer.

Fred's hammers slowly morphed into sickle-like blades. Frasier fell down in surprise.

Fred's sickles started to flail around wildly, with rather surprising speed.

"How is this possible?" Frasier cried out as he dodged the blades. "And why are sword blades, sickles and regular blades randomly interchangeable?"

"It's my heart," Fred told him. "I have the heart of a warrior, not the heart of a sissy like you, Frasier."

"I got quite a lot of heart when I leveled up!"

"No! This is that kind of heart. What's the word, metaphorical?"

"You're a stubborn old man who doesn't give up, sir. Why, I bet if I rip your real heart out, you'll continue to fight."

"Not my heart! It's frail as a delicate flower! And besides, it's not like you're not a stubborn old fool!"

"I am not stubborn!"

"Dogbutt was right about the veins. And by the way, maybe you should take a good look at your life before saying we're so different from one another."

Frasier blinked. "My life?"

He had an idea.

But Fred slashed at him before he could act.

"Ah!" Frasier let out a weak cry as he stumbled backwards.

"I told you to pay attention!"

Fred raised a sickled and lunged. Roz jumped in and took a hit directly in the chest.

"Roz!" Frasier gasped.

Roz fell to the floor. Frasier ran towards her and looked for a pulse on her neck.

"Frasier,' she said weakly.

"Roz, you'll be alright," Frasier said to her. "I survived against Jefferson, and I'm nowhere near as strong as you are!"

"Frasier...You're my bast friend!"

"Damn it, Roz, get up! We need to dodge-"

Frasier dodged a few more of Fred's attacks.

"I'm dying, Frasier..."

"I love you, Roz!" Frasier cried out. "Don't leave me!"

And then she died.

"Sweet!" Fred exclaimed. "Now I can take her heart and not have those Hollywood heart attacks."

"Don't you lay a finger on her...Or, well, a blade."

"And what are you going to do about it, huh?"

"Why, I'll...induce a heart attack, that's what I'll do!"

"You're a fool! My heart may be weak, but it's stronger than ever in this form!"

"But your heroic heart is in play. Take away that, you lose."

"And how will you do that?"

"Um... Damn. I'm not exactly sure-"

"Think fast!"

Red and his sickles lashed out at Frasier, who was managing to dodge very few of these attacks.

Think, Frasier! Everything has it's drawbacks: Jefferson wasn't the best at wielding his swords, and his special attack wasn't so great. Sanford is stronger but slower, the opposite of when he wasn't in Super Mode. Now, he's strong and fast, but what's the drawback?

"Who do I face next when I beat you?" Frasier asked. He hoped he could stall for time.

"I'm not sure," Fred confessed. "If they're not done in by Fresh Prince, it could be The Triple or those kids."

Heroic heart. His heart is weak, but is strong. He's fast because of his heart, which is weak... Wait!

"I know what your weakness is!" Frasier announced. "Your heart is strong before, when you were slow. You're fast, thanks to your heart. Slow and steady, the opposite of fast and weak."

"You talk to much!" Fred snapped. "Shut up!"

"No! Your heart must be much weaker because it's using its magical speed."

"No it ain't. the heroic heart was a metaphor!"

"Nonsense! And was it even a metaphor?"

"Okay, maybe I was lying, but I knew you'd go after it if I told you the truth. I had to avoid slip-ups-"

Frasier stuck his sword in Fred's heart.

Fred cried out in pain. He shrunk to his normal size and his arms and hands shifted back to normal.

"Oooo... It's the Big One... You hear that, Elizabeth? I'm comin' to you... I'm comin' to Georgia!"

Fred exploded in a ball of light. The light quickly vanished.

FRASIER WINS. FATALITY.

Frasier gained the Sanford Arms Hammer! DA NA NA NA!

Achievement Unlocked: Participated in a Tag Battle.

A deed to the Sanford Arms, Radio Station and a junk yard appeared. The three floated.

"I guess I'll secure my job," Frasier laughed. He grabbed the deed to the radio station. The other two vanished.

Frasier learned Super Mode!

"Sorry I'm late," Harriet said as she walked in, holding a cup of coffee. "What happened here?"

"I fought my boss and got the deed to the radio station," Frasier told him. "Roz and I defeated Fred Sanford and Bulldog in a tag battle."

"I see. And Roz is..."

"Dead..."

Frasier broke down in tears.

"You big baby!" Harriet scoffed. "Just bring her back."

"Excuse me?"

"Really, it was a tag battle. You get a prize from each guy."

Frasier gasped and ran to Bulldog's body. Sure enough, the other two deeds floated.

"What did you get from the first deed?"

"Super Mode."

"These special items are often something the characters owned or cared about. Usually they teach you something, but they might give an extra life or a save point."

"An extra life? You mean, I can bring Roz back?"

"I already told you that."

"But which one?"

"I dunno. You'll have to choose for yourself."

"No pressure," Frasier said sarcastically.