The Trojan stood in front of his absurdly ornate chair in his lair, looking down at Flash “Handsome Flash” Handsome, and cackled maniacally. Somewhere, lightning flashed for effect, but as the Trojan’s lair was in a cave it went largely unnoticed.

“You’re too late, Flash Cumbersome,” he smiled, making a mental note to write down his clever pun later. “The wheels are already in motion. Soon this world will be destroyed! Gone, forever!”

“What, really?” said Handsome, his face dropping.

“Yes!” grinned the Trojan.

“Well… shit.” A pause, and then, “Do you have a phone?”

“What?”

“A phone. I want to call my wife. If you really are unstoppable then I want to tell her I love her.”

The Trojan thought on this for a moment. “Y’know, I should call my wife too.”

“Well, yeah,” said Flash. “I mean you are ending the world, here. You don’t want to go without saying goodbye.”

The Trojan shuffled his feet awkwardly. “I probably should have thought this through a bit before I pulled the lever there.”

“Yes.”