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In the swank penthouse of playboy hustler Bruce Wang.
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| Bruce, there's a giant cross floating in the night sky. | |
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| Mais oui, Dick, it's the Priest signal. Let us go to the Sanctuary. | |
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In mere moments, Bruce Wang and Dick Gayson transform into Priestman and Choirboy.
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| Holy hangover, Priestman. What kind of criminal mischief do you think is afoot? | |
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| We'll know soon enough. Commissioner Hardon is waiting for us. | |
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On top of police headquarters.
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| Priestman, all the ceramic eggs at the Gothic City Unnatural History Museum have been stolen. | |
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| Egad, there is only one fiend so devilishly obsessed with decorated eggs. This must be the work of Bunnyman. | |
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