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~Steel Girder Steve walks to the main doors of the Nassau Coliseum and gives them a slight shove open. A hinge snaps and a glass panel cracks with the inadvertent strength of the push, leaving the door perched ready to fall~
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~With a guilty look around to make sure no-body noticed the damaged door, he hurries down a corridor to find the changing rooms~
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~A few minutes later, Molten Master arrives at the Nassau Coliseum and makes his way through the entrance doors, pushing them aside gently. This time the door falls off its broken hinge and smashes to the floor. Security guards and Health and Safety personnel appear from nowhere and surround Molten Master, who is aghast at what he has done, and bemused by the response~
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~Amongst the shouting to "Get on the floor!" by the security guards, Molten Master reaches into his jacket pocket. The sound of 20 security guards cocking their guns makes him move very slowly as he pulls out his phone, to the relief of all concerned. Flipping it open, he calls his lawyer~
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Molten Master: "Art, get on down to the Nassau Coliseum, and bring your rapid DNA kit with you."
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~A wait of 37 seconds later, and Art arrives, carrying a large black briefcase~
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Molten Master: "Hey Art, these polite fellas here at the Nassau Coliseum think I broke their door. Could you run a DNA test on the last set of prints besides mine on that there door on the floor?"
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~Art squats down, takes out a glowing device from his bag and runs it over the handle of the door. A tiny printout pops from the machine~
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Art: "Mr Molten, I have a result here, and it is showing that barely 1 minute before you opened that door a person by the name of Steel Girder Steve entered by the same route. With all my 50 years in the legal profession, it seems obvious to me that this other man broke the door and left it for you to take the blame!"
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~The security guards begin to lower their weapons, and apologize to Molten Master, who is now starting to fume and turn a bright red~
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Molten Master, raging: "Find me Steel Girder Steve, and get me in the ring with him tonight. Somebody is going to pay for this. And I don't mean the door!"
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