He checked the rigging on their sub-orbital schooner one last time; Sergeant Zombie knew that these synthetic hyper-nylon ropes could snap without any warning, and send tesseracts skittering about the superdeck like angry spiders- from the future.

“Petty Officer Ralphenstein!” he yelled, causing his rotting lower jaw to fall onto the deck.

“MUHHHH?”

Sergeant Zombie quickly picked up and reattached jaw, then re-inserted the Obligatory Cigar of Command before the ship could replicate another directly into his mouth.

“Tell Ultra Dracula to finish with those Ambulatory Plot Devices! I want those things up and running _yesterday!”_

“GUHHHHGG.” Petty Officer Ralphenstein shambled into the binary black porthole which connected the schooner’s decks.

Sergeant Zombie returned to his strategizing for the coming battle. Just then, his thoughts were interrupted by a sinister cackle.

“That laughter: it could only be-”

“That’s right, Sergeant Zombie. Adolf Ganondorfhitler. Batman.”