The Doll Patron and the Trick Man. The Toon returns

Zan fell off his bike. And hit with a crash without a helmet onto the side of the road. The next thing he knew he was on his bed. Sitting on the foot of his bed was a dwarf. This man had the eyes of a kind, polite and loving person. But beneath it either hid a sense of eternal frustration or impenetrable sadness. His hair was crimson red and he wore a suit found in the court of law. While he never said his name. Zan knew who it was. And despite all the stories he heard of this guy, felt sympathetic towards the little man. Even though he could hear ringing in his ears . He knew that the man saying that God will always love him. And that he is needed back on earth. But before that Zan ate with the little man a big brunch. And that is when Zan woke up in a prison hospital. For not wearing a helmet. A cuckoo bird was singing on his forehead before it retracted and went back in his skull, like a grandfather clock.

The trick man. A man with a body with a mind of its own. He claims that the Devil controls his body and others say different. His power is that he can manipulate his body. That he can control each body remotely from the rest of the body. Dismemberment doesn't work. Bashing him doesn't work either as he is more spring loaded machine than man. His body is that of a supernatural, paranormal machine. While he is able to eat and has body functions, he is not mandated to.

Meanwhile in another universe. There is a man in Japan. He is working on a surgical work table. It's midnight. The lights or on in a gaudy but large basement. Over a body seemingly erratically jerking. The man is electrifying the body on the table. But what appears to be a woman is actually a doll. It's a robot. And all around him are clear glass body capsules all filled with feminine beings. This is the workshop of the Doll Patron.

Meanwhile in Hell. A woman can be seen, clawing her way out of a pit. A look of barely restrained rage held back by a disciplined mind. Whatever happens she thinks she will have her day. The Cartoon and all the other toys will pay. They will be put back in the toy chest in the deepest part of hell when she is done. A woman that works for the military. An British Asian Indian. Curly hair and pouting lips. A beautiful woman. Yet she has no time for men. And she herself would be considered a polite Devil. A person that does not care for playing games with others but let's them anyways. A woman who was killed by a cartoonish man.