"Tally-ho!" yelled Flashman as he wrestled the evil Bosch Merkel. Her muscular arms attempted to hold him in a headlock but his chin was able to wriggle free.
"Take that!" he squeaked, punching her in the stomach and ducking out through the side-door, treaty in hand.
He faced his nemesis, the midget Sarkozy. "Oh god, not you!" he said snottily. Sarkozy took off his metal-brimmed hat and tried to throw it at Flashman. Flashman jumped out of the way, punched the French midget squarely in the nose and ran out. He was free.
After lighting a cigarette, he boarded the train back to Blighty. "What a crikey blinding afternoon! I've beaten up my main two allies and come away with nothing. I bet they won't dream of messing with Flashman again." His government awaited him...