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Hey, Sprouts. It's Father Kay. It's Thursday, February 20th.

Yesterday, we continued our story about Tommy, and today we'll conclude that story.

Just then, some people from the crowd brought the Caped Ninja Knight, some little wafers of bread and a gold bowl, and some red liquid, juice, wine, blood.

Tommy wasn't sure.

The ninja warrior raised the bread up while whispering some secret words and did the same

for the red stuff now in one of those fancy goblets. Why did he lift them up?

Was he showing them to God, perhaps? Offering them to him? Did God get hungry?

Tommy knew he was. He didn't have time to think about his hunger, though, because just then,

he saw it. It was some sort of thing floating around the bread and the red stuff on the

table. It was like a big, ugly fly. No one else could see it except the superhero. Suddenly,

there were hundreds of them, thousands, maybe billions of those little flies. What would he do?

Just then, someone handed the superhero the smoking mace ball thing again, and this time

he went crazy with it.

He was making smoke force fields, swirls, and twirls.

Tommy could barely see him when it was all over.

Those fly demon things were so angry and discombobulated.

You would have thought they just got off a merry-go-round in a hail storm.

Exactly what they wanted for the enemy, he was sure.

The sidekick took up the smokeball and bowed to his master and started flicking it right

at his head.

The master didn't even flinch. Of course thought Tommy,

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