Fooruman wisely decided to search through all the gold and treasure to see if there were any magical lamps to be found. Sure enough, after about five hours of searching, Fooruman found a magical lamp. Upon rubbing it, Unfooruman was released (much to Fooruman's surprise).
Fooruman stared at his rival for a moment before speaking. Finally, words came to him. "What the heck were you doing in that lamp?"
Unfooruman glared at Fooruman. "I was sealed in it by our new common enemy: the Fooville government."
Fooruman laughed hysterically. "All they did was interrogate me, but you got shoved into a dusty old lamp!"
Unfooruman wasn't amused. "Whatever. Anyway, it seems you and I are both in a bit of trouble. As much as I hate to suggest this, perhaps we should...work together on this one."
Fooruman laughed even harder. "And why would I agree to that?"
Unfooruman glared even harder than Fooruman was laughing. "Because it's a convenient plot device!"
Fooruman stopped laughing, realizing that he'd been defeated with words. As he considered Unfooruman's offer, he looked up the staircase in the corner of the room. At the top of it, he could see there was an army mobilizing, probably preparing to storm downstairs.
Unfooruman clearly saw the soldiers, too. "I'll revive Black Ninja if you let me join you!"
Fooruman considered what to do.

WHOA DUDE, WHAT ARE YA GONNA DO?