  Installment IV: Bungle in the Bronx It was a dark and stormy night in the land of clichés when Markus the Great collapsed, exhausted, fatigued, and just plain tired, into a pile of redundancy.
He had been running at a walking pace for hours on end, and had long since forgotten why he was doing so. Suddenly, far in the distance, a scream erupted from a man's mouth, spilling hot lava all over him, killing him instantly. Then, behind the man, came a blood-curdling scream so blood-curdling that it could reduce a man's cholesterol fifty points.
"And that makes sense how? " asked Markus to the narrator as a giant hand came down from the heavens and slapped him across the face. "Fine, I wont' ask questions. " Markus, clutching his face, knew the scream he just heard was the scream of none other than Baron von Zach. Either that or it was someone else's. Nevertheless, Markus set off in search of the man who had screamed. Meanwhile, far away, yet very near as well somehow, Baron von Zach was struggling through the brambles of the Forest of Uncertainty.
He had a cool head and a very good idea about where he was going. "Why the hell is this forest called the Forest of Uncertainty? " asked the Baron with great confidence in his voice. Suddenly, a small, round hole opened up in the ground mere feet from where the Baron was standing.
A tiny old man, no larger than six feet tall, clambered out of the hole with surprising speed. The man answered the Baron's question in a terrible British accent that was surprisingly genuine, but sounded completely ridiculous. "Because it makes you uncertain, it do! " "Your terrible British accent that is surprisingly genuine, but sounds completely ridiculous, makes me want to give credence to what you say," said the Baron to the old man. "After all, you are British, so that automatically makes you intelligent. " "Skip-skip-trillio then, ya damn yank!
" said the old Brit as he hobbled away with the grace of an Olympic marathon runner spliced with a malfunctioning ice crusher. "What a nice old bastard," said the Baron to himself as he began his trek through the forest once again. A pair of eyes watched the Baron from a nearby bush (hint for the idiots: they're the same eyes from last time), but he did not notice them, nor did he notice the cliffhanger. 
