Volume 2 Epilogue
Maggie cautiously opened the door. She peered in. She looked to the left and then to the right. The warehouse looked empty. Maggie sighed with relief. The villains that escaped must not have returned. Maggie creeped in and looked around. Her ass was still sore from the enormous wedgie Colossa had given her weeks earlier. Through great effort she had managed to dislodge her wedgie, but the pain hadn’t faded and she was still walking funny.
Maggie, wearing a green dress, white tights, black Mary Janes, and her thick rimmed glasses, tip toed bowlegged about the warehouse. This was her chance to get what she wanted. She saw what looked to be a phone booth loosely cobbled together. It looked as if it had been crushed and then reassembled. She stepped into the strange device and saw a control panel. She began typing into the control pad to see if she could turn the machine on. Before she could figure it out, the booth closed on her, locking her in.