Author's Note: Sorry I kept you waiting for almost a month, guys. On top of school and stuff, I've had to deal with falling out of love (and a friendship) with Superjailfan101, who it turns out is a 12-year-old troll with multiple sockpuppet accounts on other sites (mainly Wikis) who only made up a fiancee to, I assume, hide his sexual fantasies about the Mistress. (But seriously, creating an imaginary girlfriend/boyfriend is such a desperate cry for help that it's not even funny.) Everyone who's interacted with him on the Internet and bought his bullshit is now dumber for having done so. I award him no points and may God have mercy on his soul. Anyway, that's why it took so long to post this chapter. Please enjoy and look out for some new chapters sometime next month. Ciao!


"Mr. Avila! Mr. Avila!" Fidel heard a young lass call out through his communicator.

"Eh?" the Cuban leader peeped after a long night's sleep and travel. "What is it, Bertha?"

"It's Charlotte!" Bertha screamed. "She's dead! She's dead! Dead!"

"What?" Fidel asked outrageously. "Show me, you stupid girl!"

Bertha used her smartphone to take a picture of Charlotte's corpse and sent it to his phone, causing it to be vibrate. Fidel produced it from his pants and looked intensely at the photo he was just sent. He almost gagged.


"I'm so sorry you had to see her like this, sir." Bertha squeaked while shrinking away. "What now?"

"Hang up, idiot girl."


"I need to report to my sisters about my current location."

"They must be wondering where you headed off to, huh, sir?"

"Yes. Now hang up."

Bertha finally gave in and hung up. Fidel then dialed his oldest sister Marcela's phone number and waited for a response. Finally, he heard something.

"Hola, dearest sister Marcela." he greeted her in Spanish.

"Little brother?" she asked, also in Spanish. "Is it you?"

"Si." he answered. "I'm over at Madagascar with young Felix Warden. I originally had two other women with me on this, but they've left."

"What happened?" she asked again.

"One of them, named Charlotte, was beaten to death with her prosthetic leg and Bertha was too broken up over the whole thing to come back."

"This Charlotte was beaten to death with her own leg? Who killed her that way?"

"Si. It was because of Superjail's leaders that Charlotte died, my big sister."

"Tsk tsk tsk. Yet another reason why I hate the micro-nation so much. Do you think it'd be wise if I sent Guadalupe and Esmeralda to be your bodyguards?"

"I suppose so, but..."

"But what?"

"The thing is, I've come across a portal to another universe and I plan to force Felix's brother and sisters into a trap that will hopefully kill them."

"So it'd be a good idea to brief them on the situation, then?"

"Si, Marcela. By the way, I wish you the best of luck on my niece."

"Gracias. I'd have sworn her past life was an armadillo, judging from how much she rolls in there. Oop, there she goes again! Farewell, Fidel. I should have Guadalupe and Esmeralda with you shortly."

Marcela hung up a short time later. Now all Fidel had to do was wait for his sisters to come over with assistance.