Disclaimer: The characters in this story/chapter (except for the accountant) belong to Bob Boyle; Great Job (Just Don't Abandon The Fans, Please...)

A Close Call Answered

Later, at a company building, all was not well. Inside the room contained many things: a large set of screens with employees' faces on display, a long brown lounge chair, a telephone, a giant cheese-plated yellow letter E with a scary emblem shaped like a griffin who wore a pair of glare glasses, and a set of tall metal drawers. A scented mixture of big business and grand disappointment waivered around like an exotic dancer using her allure to please and quiet down the rowdy masculine crowd. There also sat Ella Mental and three other people.

There was a strong male that had his skin colored in a grape purple hue. He had the body structure of a bowling ball and wore a spike helmet and full body armor that covered most of his body even his fists but not his torso which was exposed. No one cared about his armor anyway. He was so strong rumor has it, that his body fat turned from a liquid glucose to solid titanium; but, he was much of a moron. However, at least his brain wasn't made of boron because as time passed he started to gain knowledge about plenty of other things like stoplights. He's very stout which meant that he was considered to be the middle-man when it comes to height.

Another male colleague was the tallest of the minions and had Columbia blue eyes: he was known as Chucky. His skin was the type of rubber that made his height true and grew by each micrometer every few days. Chucky's rubbery skin was filled with a blueberry hue. He possessed a set of big and wide Glasgow lips and two of his small fangs; also, a goatee below his mouth. Neither he nor Bob had noses. Chucky wore what appeared to be a Scandinavian armor, complete with a Viking helmet, a chest plate, and spiked wrist gauntlets; however, he doesn't speak Scandinavian purely or as an accent and even if he did, it would be annoying to hear. Unlike most his colleagues he hardly has legs to walk on but he finds a way to move anyway. Chucky cared for his colleagues, always making sure that they stick together; in addition, he normally liked cracking jokes to lighten the atmosphere no matter how bad they were but now's not the time to do so.

Then attention started to turn to a very tall and powerful griffin that had a blood-red feather coat. His beak, claws, wings, and tail, were so black it was like Death's brutal and potent tactics was about to give the ailing and meager Europe a slam dunk which would spell extermination for the country as Death was in the lead to win this chaotic game of basketball on an uneven but fair advantage. His eyes had just sat off a glowing green neon glare as his claws perched on the ground in the style of a gargoyle.

The tall griffin's name was Eradicus who was an evil entity of darkness called the Night Master who vowed to destroy the art of self-defense called Woo Foo, the form of martial arts that requires both might and magic. It was used by warriors, male and female, to fight the Night Masters like himself who threaten to take over the world. However, Woo Foo was also a fighting skill that was wiped off the face of the Earth countless times, mostly because the previous warriors put the "I" in teamwork one too many times and died in many battles as a end result based on a common denominator. Even so, another Night Master, a tall and thin bat humanoid with no name attempted to take over the world only to be defeated by an old but hip panda. But, in a matter of seconds, the bat along with the proud history of Woo Foo became things of what went before (and the sins of the fatherly panda as well). Woo Foo, was now known as the art of stupidity and foolishness. However, backed by popular demand, it regained its great history and meaning despite the issues encountered today.

"So it seems that the brats foiled our plans, again; I knew it was a bad idea from the start!" Eradicus stated angrily as the griffin zapped his subordinates with magic, "and we would have gotten away with it too if it weren't for those meddling Woo Foo brats! Now, Herman is really upset that the order for 'Essence of Evil' didn't come! He even heard that due to the interception by those brats the orders will have to be delayed and re-delivered by a pizza boy in his hybrid car for free along with a complimentary pizza!"

"Oooh Oooh, Bob likes pizza!" shouted the stout minion. The boss zapped the stout subordinate called Bob with magic. It's seems that by zapping the stout guy while he was on the ground, it's automatically shown that the stout minion is named Bob. Anyway, the plan failed; in fact, Herman was the guy that order for this "Essence of Evil." The cat started to get back up along with her male colleagues who were about to do the same.

"I just want to know how they beat us?" yelled the griffin.

Ella raised her paw in the air saying, "Well, we…" But she was cut off by another zap.

"Well let me tell you this; for failing me, you will all pay the price!," bellowed Eradicus as the tall blood-red griffin then charged up his magic with evil around his finger set to kill his only subordinates (or at least do something else evil to them in a somewhat non-lethal way). Each of them shivered deathly in fear; Ella's life start flashed before their lives, Bob started to cry, and Chucky stretched his arms out in front of them in a futile attempt to prepare for them worst.

Suddenly, a knock panged the door as loud as it can be thus relenting the griffin's wrath and his fatal magic. "Damn it, what is it now?!" snapped Eradicus.

"Um, sir I got a call from a representative from some sort of corporation," said the voice behind the door.

"I'm very busy, can't you put this stupid phone on hold?!" responded Eradicus.

Then he said, "I'm afraid I can't, he wants to talks to you about something very important!"

"Well come in," grunted Eradicus.

An accountant walked in and it showed its face of a nerdy dog-mole hybrid in the style of a military buff. He had brown hair that was matted down neatly. On his face were a set a glasses covering his small eyes, a fair but small amount of freckles, and a scared expression. He wore an ash gray sports jacket. He also appears to be wearing a school uniform consisting of a buttoned cloud nine white shirt, and dark blue pants. He even had on a burgundy tie. He struggled while trying to carry the stacks of paper in his own two paws. He was clumsy but somehow he kept his cool being directly calm toward his boss.

"Whatever it is better be good, you are wasting my time," said Eradicus.

"Sir, we just got word from Suffercorp and they want to make an alliance with your group," said the calm accountant not too nasally.

Eradicus raised his left eyebrow a bit and said, "What about it?"

The accountant startled but still keeping his cool then said, "Ever since we formed our company we gained loads of attention from other groups like Suffercorp that wants to strike an alliance with your company and have a large workforce of people willing to work for you."

"And…," Eradicus said with a slow glance changing the uninterested beak to a somewhat malicious smile.

"And we might even go on Wall Street," replied the accountant; as a result, Eradicus dropped his smile to an angry and disappointing frown.

It seems the term "Wall Street" meant the stock market much to the chagrin of Eradicus who greatly hated stocks; in fact, the economy was already thrown into hell courtesy of the giant wooden hand basket named recession. Even one little risk could throw his business into bankruptcy in days if not careful.

"Are you suggesting we should risk our company income and average salary on a bunch of mountain-making red and green arrows?! Get out of my sight! I don't want to hear anymore about this," yelled the angry griffin.

"B-b-but sir, it could…," stuttered the accountant but his boss had heard enough for now.

"Go!," bellowed Eradicus and the now whimpering accountant trembled back out of the room, obeying his master's command.

"Wall Street indeed…then we go bankrupt!" muttered the blood-red griffin as he shut the door. Then he realized his minions where still around staring at him, seeing his rage directed at the accountant instead of them. "What are you all staring at; don't you people have work to do?!" yelled Eradicus as his subordinates then scurried on back to work once more.

Her boss seems to have forgotten about taking his wrath out at them for their failure. The accountant didn't know he was going to kill them or do something else evil to a lesser extent. Somehow the accountant had inadvertently saved their lives. If that accountant hadn't called Eradicus to let him in, they would have been in more trouble. She would have been an old lady for a while or worse. But at least it didn't happen. Perhaps, this is their lucky day…well mostly hers. She could have thought about giving him a kiss or something but she had other plans; besides, her company policy may have clearly called her act of gratitude forbidden anyway; plus, he's a nerd.