A dark form materializes out of the Shadows of reality.
  "'allo, lads and lasses of the FFML! I am Dark Shadow Walker, probably 
better known as 'Bob', newly here to make your lives living hel- no, 
that's not right! What the hell?!"
  He scowls at the darkness, and a little spotlight clicks on Shampoo.  
She shrugs.
  "Shampoo no make cards, that Mousse's fault."
  There's a loud zap, as of several joules of electricity interacting 
with a human skull.
  "Okay, let's try this again.  I am here to bring joy to your life 
through the vigorous use of fanfics, C&C, and high explosives!  Now, lie 
down on the floor and surrender your pantie- GOD DAMMIT!"
  Another loud zap, followed by various shouts of 'Pervert!' 'Get him!', 
and the mocking laughter of a well-known panty-thief.  Bob sits down.
  "I give up.  Well, I'm here. . ."

             -"Dark Shadow Walker" Bob
          WANTED: New Cue Card Writer
              Low pay, hazardous conditions, and bad hours, but you 
can't beat the perks!
              ^_~

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