"*****!" I yell, bursting out of a doorway behind Backroom and tackling him to the ground. Then I glance up and notice my old frienemy, chatting with the bastard with the overpowered sword.
"Oh, hey, Bryghtside! Where've you been these past howevermany pages?"
"Oh, you know; Abyss of Inactivity..."
"Yeah, I know it well. Anyway, you don't seem awful fond of this "Tox" bloke, an' I've got gripes with this other jerk over here; what say you an' I engage in a sort of double-date of death thing an' deal with our problems in a bro-ish manner?"
"Sounds good to me!"
"Excellent!" I declare, and draw a fresh pair of golf clubs out of somewhere. "Hey. Guess what the "G" stands for." I throw one of my golf-clubs at Backroom, striking him in the forehead, then yank on the chain it was attached to by the handle and bring it around in an arc towards Tox, wrapping the chain around the blade of his sword and pulling it out of his grasp. Then my t-shirt explodes in flames, leaving me shirtless and ever so sexy. "It stands for GOD OF WAR."