In the netherworld, Master Xandred's ship flowed uneasily over the choppy waters of the Xanzu River. Inside Master Xandred's ship, the dark lord was lying on the floor.
"My headache," he moaned like an old woman.
"Octaroo, his loyal crony entered with a bowl full of the only thing that could sooth his master's headaches temporarily: his medicine.
"Give me that!" Master Xandred said as he grabbed the bowl of the foamy white liquid from the squid man's hands.
"Ooh-Ah-Ooh, there's no need to be so rude!" Octaroo quipped back.
I"'m sorry. It's these headaches. They've made me so cranky lately, and these Samurai rangers. I haven't been treating you well." Master Xandred said genuinely.
"That's very nice of you to apologize, you're not so bad." Octaroo said sympathetically. "There is one more thing though..."
"What." Xandred asked, nervously.
"It's him."
Master Xandred struggled to his feet.
"I knew this day would come. I need my most fearsome Nighlok..."
"No, not him..." Octaroo pleaded in disbelief. "Anything but him."
"I have no choice." Xandred stuck his head out of the ships window.
"Murray!"
From under the river came an old voice, belonging to the oldest of old men.
"What?" the voice replied back.
"I need you!"
"What for?"
"I'll tell you when you get here."
"Oy, fine!"
Through the window crawled, a frail old man with a striking resemblance to Abe Vigoda. This was one of the most feared Nighlock of all time: Murray.
"What the hell do you want?" Murray asked crankily. "I was trying to die."
"Ok, first off, language." Master Xandred said. "Second of all I need you to go to earth and use your powers of boredom to destroy the Samurai rangers.
"Alright, Alright, but after this, you'll let me die?" Murray asked.
"Hey, it's a win, win situation. If you win you come back here to die. If you loose the rangers kill you." Octaroo piped in.
"I like those odds. Sign me up, sonny." Murray said with as much excitement an 85 year old man can muster.