It was a blazingly hot yet breezy day in Slapstick, O-High-Oh as our hero, codename Agent Dylan, ran down a high street in a poorly arranged disguise comprised of a tilted moustache and long overcoat. Our slightly overweight friend, the Agent, was throwing every ounce of strength he possessed into his speedy advance to avoid the pull of gravity which lured his towering mass towards toppling. (…)

What would you do, if you were presented with terrorism, war and poverty while people you knew fought against your attempts at ending those things? (…)