Miss Farley sniffed. “He did—though through letters from a supposed ‘Aunt Eleanor.’ He offered me twenty quid for every bit of gossip I could procure. I refused, of course!”
And then, Darth Vader beamed into the room and strangled Emile with his dark force!
“GAaaack,” he wheezed through the death grip.
“Give me a cupcake if you want to live!” Darth Vader intoned.
Just as he was about to die, Thor flew in with his might hammer and golden locks, and said, “Darth, I am your father!”
He hammered his head off, and it was gross—all over the rug.
The pursuit of the terrorists continued.
That’s when Thor turned to Madeline. “The black plague has taken almost the whole community. I no longer believe in God.”
“Thor, you are a God!” Madeline exclaimed, clutching her bonnet.
“S.H.I.E.L.D doesn’t think so,” Thor said, poutily, his red cape flowing in the Victorian zephyr.
I'm pretty sure this passage will secure me a book deal.