Just when Tulsi thought she had cornered Countess Clinton, Queen of Warmongers and Embodiment of Corruption, she transformed into a hellish bat and darted out the window with a sickly agility. As she left our bewhited hero flabbergasted in the ruins of the decaying manse, she turned back and spake thusly:
"My revenge has just begun! I spread it over centuries, and time is on my side. You are but mortal woman. Time is now to be dreaded - since once I put that mark upon your campaign."
Brave Tulsi stared blankly with a mellow resolve, and swore to herself aloud, "Not so! Alas! Not so. It is only the beginning! I shall cut off her head and fill her mouth with garlic, and I shall drive a stake through her body. I on my part give up the uncertainty of eternal rest and go out into the dark where may be the blackest things that the world or the nether world holds!"