Filled with the spirit of battle, The A-team beheld the giant before them. Whom, just a little before, meant to take the head off of Hotpants, now drops the point of his dreadful sword, and pauses. 'What manner of trick is this?' Thought the Colonel. 'I'll blow his hand off if he touches that sword again!' Thought Hedgedude. The boss' hands slowly raise up to his menacing helm, and began to lift the helmet off of his head slowly, after he sheathed his terrible sword. Few have seen the boss without his helmet, and now apparently, all of Tradertown will see the man beneath the boss' helm. The colour and shade of astonishment and shock was splashed across the faces of the A-Team, when they finally beheld that the boss was none other than Man Monster himself! He, whom they took great pains to seek out, and endured all manner of hardships, and dangers to find, ironically ended up being as the strange man in the bar had foretold! It was Man Monster the whole time! Not recognizing Hotpants because of his helmet, and Hotpants, not recognizing Man Monster because of his helmet, the two, by the laws of Tradertown, had to face off in the dome! But, seeing his old friends, Man Monster , preferring his place in the A-Team, over that of boss of Tradertown, ended the match, and greeted his compatriots warmly. You would think at this point, that everything is ok now. But certain legalists in the crowd demanded that the match be brought to conclusion, according to their laws! Man Monster was at a loss for words when he heard this. And now, the A-Team, with Man Monster, found themselves in sudden peril. The crowd, being agitated into a fury, demanding blood, began an attempt to lay hands upon them. Is this the end of our A-Team? Will they become pus worm food? Will they ever see the light of day? Join us again next time. In this tale, from the Hula Hoop Void! That is, the MAN MONSTER RETRIEVAL ARC.
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