Bros.-Satan: Siren Thorax

Amlan/Ajay, twins and vigilantes of opposite-psyche, tackle a real dark challenge in the American Homeland for social/media gossip of cool 'jitters' treatment.

Comics stuff for your Summer-weekend. Thanks so much for reading, 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction offers no ties to any person(s)/body and all images/references used herein comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations).

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MR. AJAY SATAN: I'm a race-card driver; you're the more level-headed (dentist).

MR. AMLAN SATAN: We concur we put minds together for shared/twins psyche.

AJAY: What choice do we have now?

AMLAN: That's right, brother...this invader antiheroine of arsonist-powers is Hell.

AJAY: We'll trick her with a twin-trick of frustration/comedy inside a hotel, bro.

AMLAN: Good reading, my evil twin (ha)...Facebook-like.

"Bros.-Satan" had become a cool cyber-storytelling avatar of sorts, but no one knew who they were, since they operated in masks as vigilantes in the American Homeland as psyche-sharing twins, Slovak-Algerian Bostonian-Catholic siblings (brothers!) who sought a new mission involving a stranger lady, a woman of glowing magic with arsonist consciousness and the ability to spontaneously generate flames (fire!). She had no named or ID to categorize; and Amlan and Ajay considered this a cool write for their fans/audience; and they worked well together, despite being opposites in twin-mentalism (Ajay was the wilder, race-car driver; Amlan was a sane overground day-life New England dentist). This would be a great vigilante-trophy for them, a sticker too.

FIREWOMAN: You looking at me, brother?

AMLAN: I thought it was funny you kept loading hot-water in cups (Inn-Express!).

FIREWOMAN: I thought I saw you walk in, but then walk in (front-door) twice.

AMLAN: That's impossible and insane, Firewoman...I'm only one person, dear!

FIREWOMAN: You mocking me...and you call me 'Firewoman' for unknown reason.

AMLAN: Hey, maybe you'll learn something here in this hotel this Summer-'25.

FIREWOMAN: Whatever (Facebook-like).

INTERVIEW: She chased you two, around the hotel doors/halls, thinking one man?

BROS.-SATAN: We had her frustrated and recorded it on smartphone, ha.

INTERVIEW: You left a souvenir football trading-card double-set for gossip.

BROS.-SATAN: She blogged online, "I am Firewoman and shan't be sport-duped."

INTERVIEW: Funny how comedy works, even against a fire-breathing telepath!

BROS.-SATAN: 'Twas finest work for American Homeland fencing (Selfie-like).

INTERVIEW: Happy Xmas-in-July, brothers.

Firewoman turned out to be some radioactivity poisoned super-power(s) siren of darkness who sought to make American Homeland arson-terrorism but was humiliated for social media gossip by the quick-witted (and funny!) Bros.-Satan who later blogged that Firewoman would now enjoy some zesty (Indian) egg-curry for Xmas-in-July to contemplate the bread/fruit of incarceration and treatment for her criminal-insanity wrought from tragedy adjectives (wow).

AJAY: I generated a strong-man magnetism-romantic crayon stick-figure avatar.

AMLAN: Brother, 'tis great...but who's it to represent or characterize (which bro)?

AJAY: Hell, it's me...I'm a race-car driver with auto focus.

AMLAN: Nah, it's me...I'm a dentist with godly instruments for magnets (ha).

AJAY: Good news about Firewoman's treatment(s), brother...Facebook-like.

AMLAN: This was our finest-hour, Mr. Satan...the stuff of brainiacs (Selfie-like).

AJAY: Thanx (Facebook-like).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)