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The Ultimate Chronicle - Part 32

“But master,” said Rasputin, falling to his knees in his black robes, “do you not recognize me, your servant?”

“It is all meaningless!” shouted Mecha-Hitler, banging his fist, his mustache suddenly much smaller. “Soon, you will both be dead!”

Time/Space Lincoln growled, “You are not Mecha-Hitler. No being can exist in both Zones at once. You are a fragment of the true Mecha-Hitler entity, left here by the Time/Space Guardians to ensure none could escape from the Negative Zone. Still, this will be good practice for defeating the true Mecha-Hitler, who is the size of a planet and has a Black Hole for a heart.”

“You think so, little man?” said Mecha-Hitler, his laser eyes heating up. “President Abraham Lincoln, your incredible journey ends today!”

Rasputin rose to his feet. “You are not my master. There are two of us and one of you.”

“Then let’s even the odds,” hissed Mecha-Hitler.

Lincoln felt something cold push against the back of his head. From behind him, John Wilkes Booth whispered, “Time… to die.”

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