Golden Lion and Greg Hatcher meandered down Message Board Hall at a leisurely pace. Greg was trying to console GL and calm him down.

"I'm innocent I tell ya!" Golden Lion shouted to Greg. "I never do anything! I'm all about peace, love, and understanding!"

"Hey, I believe you," Greg Hatcher answered. "So don't come complaining to me. I'm not the one that threw you in the box for questioning. I was just doing the questioning!"

"That reminds me," said Golden Lion, "you should come by the Survey Board more. I always liked your surveys, but you never stop by these days! Please, don't let silentbri take over! That kid's got potential, but the top five thing does get kind of old..."

"IT DOES NOT!" shouted silentbri as they passed by the Survey Board.

Golden Lion's face went white, and he ran down the hall the rest of the way. Greg puffed and puffed as he tried to keep up. "Slow down, GL!" he panted.

"Sorry Greg," said Golden Lion, and he did slow down. "I'm thirsty," Greg told him. "Let's go to the kitchen and get some water."

"We have a kitchen?" Golden Lion asked quizzically.

"Sure! Follow me!"

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Slick moaned as he awoke. He hadn't realized he'd been asleep, but he'd been having strange dreams about teaching the President to play fetch. He was glad to be awake, even if it did mean he'd been demoted again. He realized he was face down on a tile floor and his face felt pretty bad because of it. So he tried to get up.

Golden Lion and Greg Hatcher entered the kitchen and found Slick on the floor. "Slick!" GL gasped. "Are you all right?"

"Are you drunk again?" Greg asked. "You've gotta quit that..."

"I must have... blacked out..." Slick stammered. "Someone... knocked me in the... oooh... my head..."

"What? Who?" questioned the Golden Lion.

"Don't know... don't remember..." Slick pulled himself to a sitting position. Golden Lion kneeled beside him, hurting his knees on the tile floor. "Ouch," GL said. "Okay, Slick, just relax. Here, lean against the cabinet and try to clear your mind."

"zzzzzzzz...."

"No, no, I mean, stay awake, so you can tell us who... but... aw, heck..." Golden Lion frowned. "What am I going to do? Greg, you say there's two fictional monsters loose in the building, Jack Tango is still in the medical ward, the other posters haven't got a clue how to solve this case... do you think I should get my team back together?"

"Again?" Greg asked. "You've tried to pull it together two or three times now!"

"True, true... but what else can we do?"

"We can help, that's what we can do!" Greg asserted. "I'm going to page Sir Tim Drake and see if he's got any new information."

"Good idea! Maybe he's found the culprit behind the poisoning already!"

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