"Give my regards to Saint Peter – or whoever has his job, but in hell." Captain Hammer pulled the trigger and ended the life of the famed incompetent, Dr. Horrible. The populace watched with a hushed silence, as if they'd been the ones hit by the freeze ray. Then he raised the death ray in the air, still crackling red, and his faithful followers cheered.
The letter arrived in the mail the next day. It felt like Christmas as he ripped it open.
"Bad Horse, Bad Horse
Bad Horse, Bad Horse
With iron hooves of malice, he gallops to the fight
He saw the heinous murder you performed last night
As to your application, he says you've shown your might
We're thankful that you took this course
Here's hoping you'll show no remorse
Bad Horse, Bad Horse
Bad Horse, he's bad
We know that at this moment, you must be filled with glee
And we're sure that you'll come to our meeting at three
But heed our little warning, or we'll poison your tea
You're riding now, no change of course
So don't betray us
Signed: Bad Horse"
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