“You know the Secret Prophecy of Nostradamus! When cherry tree and log cabin duel, doom shall swallow all!” Space/Time Lincoln shouted.

George Washington spurred his chainicorn, sending the buzzing horn spinning madly. “There is no other way! You’re going down like Cornwallis at Yorktown!”

There was no way Lincoln could face a chainicorn. No creature, not even Genghis, Khan of All Werewolves, was as awesome as it. He had only one chance. Just before the horn met his beard, Lincoln released all of the pent-up energy in his backpack.

Space/Time shuddered, then Earth exploded, the atoms themselves tearing apart. Anomalies like gleaming cracks of hideous colors split the air. A howling noise of infinite void swallowed them.

Washington picked himself up off the scenic beach, dawn on the horizon. The chainicorn lay at his feet. “What have you done?”

Space/Time Rasputin picked up his stovepipe hat and put it on. “The chainicorn was a nice touch, but it was too little, too late. Round two. Your move.”