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The A-Team suddenly breached through the unknown door, which to their surprise, found themselves in a back alley, and before they could move, the mob that had gathered spotted them, and charged at them blindly, without order, as a drunken man , whose feet rush to trouble. So did the mob, charge at the A-Team from the other end of the alley, as soon as they spotted them. Seeing the wild mob, with their pitchforks and torches, the A-Team had no time to plan. Loathing the possibility that they would have to fight common men, who , except for the present insanity, might be nice people otherwise. Yet, nonetheless, the great number of them enervated them and coaxed them on , to challenge warriors, whom they are no match for. Deceived as they were by their numbers, believing that this alone, would ensure them a victory over the A-Team, which numbered only four. Would actually only lead to their sad, mass destruction. The A-Team had no doubt as to what the outcome would be, but they hoped for a way to avoid the bloodbath. "These fools! Do they think they can best us? " Shouted the Colonel. But it seemed the only other alternative of being destroyed themselves, was wholly unacceptable. And so, our heroes readied their terrible weapons, for a most distasteful task , but it would seem the insanity of the mob was beyond reason, having no direction to run. Oh, A-Team! Now what will you do, with the blood of these people on your hands? Join us again next time, in our adventures through, the treacherous, 'Hula Hoop void!'

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The A-Team suddenly breached through the unknown door, which to their surprise, found themselves in a back alley, and before they could move, the mob that had gathered spotted them, and charged at them blindly, without order, as a drunken man , whose feet rush to trouble. So did the mob, charge at the A-Team from the other end of the alley, as soon as they spotted them. Seeing the wild mob, with their pitchforks and torches, the A-Team had no time to plan. Loathing the possibility that they would have to fight common men, who , except for the present insanity, might be nice people otherwise. Yet, nonetheless, the great number of them enervated them and coaxed them on , to challenge warriors, whom they are no match for. Deceived as they were by their numbers, believing that this alone, would ensure them a victory over the A-Team, which numbered only four. Would actually only lead to their sad, mass destruction. The A-Team had no doubt as to what the outcome would be, but they hoped for a way to avoid the bloodbath. "These fools! Do they think they can best us? " Shouted the Colonel. But it seemed the only other alternative of being destroyed themselves, was wholly unacceptable. And so, our heroes readied their terrible weapons, for a most distasteful task , but it would seem the insanity of the mob was beyond reason, having no direction to run. Oh, A-Team! Now what will you do, with the blood of these people on your hands? Join us again next time, in our adventures through, the treacherous, 'Hula Hoop void!'