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All that remained was the glowing orb in the hands of the Ordos knight. Within the orb, the four Royal Mystics could be seen in miniaturized form, frantically pounding against the inside of the glass.

Malcolm smiled, "Well, well, well - that took an unexpected turn! When will I ever learn?"

He pointed at the Ordos Knight then ...

...cast his stone spell. Unfortunately, the spell bounced off the armour and right back at Malcolm, who narrowly avoided it. But the knight was so stunned that he inadvertently dropped the orb, which..

... shattered on the floor, releasing the mystics!

That's when the Mystics - including their leader - Ms. Ticks decided to...

...cast a Miniaturize spell on the Ordos knight! The knight ducked, but the spell hit him in the chest anyway, and he shrank to the size of a doll!

The tiny Ordos knight jumped up and down, yelling in a tiny voice that it wasn't fair, and that he would get even with the evil Mystics. If only he could return to normal.

"Oh, shut up!" screamed Zanthia, squashing the knight like a bug. Blood oozed from beneath her shoe.

"Zanthia!" cried Brynn, aghast. "What have you done!?"

Malcolm looked at the two familiar figures and ...

... played a tune on his lute that forced Zanthia to dance the polka, forever and ever 'til the end of time, as punishment for squashing the Ordos knight like a bug.

Brynn said "Two can play at this game." She bought out a pan flute and began to play and Malcolm began to dance. "What sort of ridiculous dance is this?" he cried. Pausing briefly, Brynn replied "I call it 'flossing'."

"Hold it!" said Brett, causing Louis to put down his pencil. "This is getting a little too weird. And besides, we can't use the Ordos Knight. Virgin owns the Dune rights, not us. We'd better make it Commander Kane instead. A Command & Conquer tie in will guarantee more sales, anyway!"

Bursting into the scene armed soldiers began shouting commands.

Malcolm looked as the men charged in and said....

"What the heck is going on? Who are you guys?"

"Ignorant peasant!" The leader of the armed soldiers lifted a mailed glove to strike down Malcolm with. "Do you not recognise us? We are ..."

"...The Knights Who Would Say a Certain Word But Can't Because of Copyright Issues! Who are you and what is going on here?"

Brynn the Mystic replied...

"Then I will force you to say that word! You are the Knights That Say Ekki-Ekki-Ekki-Ekki-Ptang, Zoom-Boing, Z'nourrwringmm! And if your command is that we cut down the mightiest tree in the forest with a certain type of fish, then you have another thing coming!"

A fireball appeared in Brynn's hand, ready to be flung at the knights and barbecue them nicely with chili - and just a hint of oregano.

"Atta girl, Brynn!" exclaimed Zanthia. "High time you stopped being such a helpless nincompoop!"

Brynn turned beet-red. "Don't call me a nincompoop!" and hurled the fireball towards Zanthia instead.