The Justin and his Martin are weathered, but they fit together now. Ptah is at his side.
“So,” growls Evil Special Interest Man, “you defeated my charcoalsuits. But I wield the power of the monotheism lobby!” He dials a number on his tiny phone. Ptah gasps and turns to dust.
“He’ll be back,” says the Justin. “That’s what Ptah does.”
Evil Special Interest Man shrugs. “Regardless, the music industry lobby wants that guitar–”
He reaches out with slithy fingers. Justin grasps the action figure in his pocket and hopes.
“Not so fast!” roars the Body, bebooted and beboaed, springing to life.