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Thursday greeted the students inside the Danger Shop. Her arm was still in a sling.

"Good work last week. While Lord Vizzle lives on, you all performed admirably. This is our final class, and I would imagine the last class of the academic year for all of you. Thank you all for a memorable semester. I'm not teaching over Summer and I'm not certain at this stage if I'll be back in the Fall, so in case this is the last time I see any of you, best wishes for the future. I hope this class has been of some use to you. Let's get on to the final.

Your task is simple: walk through the door and you'll be faced with a villain from literary fiction or popular culture. Defeat them using whatever means necessary. You'll be graded on ingenuity and the effectiveness of your plan, so if you don't succeed in defeating them, it's still possible to obtain a good grade provided your approach is sound. Once you step through the door, there are no rules.

Good luck."

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Bel stepped through the door, ready for anything.

The room changed and Bel would have found himself in a derelict warehouse with old crates and assorted junk all around. "Belthazoooor!" a high-pitched voice said. It was rather disturbing considering who it was coming from. "I've been waiting for you!" Yep, there was the crazy toon with the anvil as a hand and creepy eyes.

Bel blinked. ". . . the hell?" he said.

The Count, who had a named similar to Doom, lunged at Bel anvil-fist-first. "Hell is where you'll end up!" he screeched, but since he was doing the helium voice it was probably hard to take him seriously.

Bel snickered. And then ducked out of the way of the anvil. "I'm, um, here to take you in," he said. "Just come peacefully and nobody gets hurt."

"I don't think so," the Count said, hurtling the anvil at him again. "Don't you remember me, Belthazor? I killed your brother and I sound just like THIS."

Bel shimmered out of the way this time. "I think you have me confused with someone else," he said when he reappeared behind the Count. "I don't have a brother. Well, there's the Brotherhood, but I don't care if you kill any of them."

"Really?" He stopped and thought about it for a moment while he changed his hand from the anvil to a circular saw. "Oh well. I'm in the mood for some killing anyway. Let's do this." The circular saw stretched out far longer than the Count's arm should have gone by the normal laws of ~~non-Reed Richards~~ anatomy.

Bel wasn't expecting that, and the saw grazed his arm before he could get out of the way. "Okay, if you're going to play rough," he growled, conjuring a fireball and throwing it at the Count.

The Count raised his saw arm to protect himself from the blast. Sadly, the fireball melted the saw. The Count was not happy. He lunged at Bel, apparently using the springs he'd hidden in his shoes to do so at a ridiculous height before coming down to try to smack the demon around.

Bel saw the Count sproing upward and quickly shimmered again. He didn't want to be there when he landed. Since the fireball had worked to melt the saw, he tossed another two the Count's way.

Both of the fireballs hit the Count himself this time, but all that happened was some flaming clothes and melodramatic sizzling sound effects. The Count hadn't seemed to notice that he was on fire. Then he smelled the smoke, then looked down where his entire front was covered in flames. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he ran around madly trying to pat himself out.

With the anvil.

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