Chapter II
"That lousy Turner," a strong and independent womyn muttered while peering into her Soviet-grade binoculars. The strong and independent womyn was none other than Tootie Nolastname, a former fling of Timmy's. She used to be a weak and un-empowered girl that Timmy used to pal around with, most notably before he discovered Reddit, and turned what he dubbed "red pill." Now, Tootie was stronger, and more independent, grew taller, gained some styling duds, and shaved the left side of her head for reasons.
Finally, it was time. Tootie acquired a large-scale SCUD missile from an overly-friendly Iranian salesman, who promised it would "Light up the town like what you call 'Christmas.'" Unfortunately, for Tootie, her vengeance trip would be a waste of another college tuition payment, now that she missed. "What do we do now?" Her co-conspirator asked, manning the controls of the vehicle. Trixie's beauty soon faded after graduation from Dimmsdale High School, after getting pregnant from her longtime-boyfriend and soon-to-be-deadbeat husband. He rightly wound up in Dimmsdale Prison for selling weed to uniformed police officers. The two would meet every month for conjugal visits, helping Trixie work on their second child. Even so, her husband would occasionally call out the name of his cellmate while making love to Trixie.
"We're going in on foot," Tootie pushed her glasses back on her face and walked back to a support truck, "You and Crocker take South 25th Avenue, I'll go up Broadway," She pulled out a Norinco Type 56 Rifle and slammed a full magazine in.
"But remember," A crusty and wrinkled teacher replied, "I want those fairies alive."
"I want you to shut your God-damn whore mouth," Tootie back-sassed as she racked the slide feeding a round in the chamber. Crocker had been her and Timmy's teacher in grade school, he never truly taught, he merely demonstrated then lashed out when students failed to do well. She never learned a thing from Crocker, but he hated Timmy as much as she did, so he did his job, As he grabbed some things out of the support vehicle, Tootie barked, "Take that RPG and…"
"What, this?" Crocker grabbed the rocket with his hands full, causing him to pull the trigger. The rocket careened into the air, off the cliff, and into the nearly-destroyed section of Dimmsdale where the SCUD hit. While the Dimmsdale Elementary evacuated, several children looked up at the rocket flying in the sky towards Crocker's room.
"It's heading towards Crocker's room!" One student replied, as the grenade crashed through the window. The entire building erupted, with thousands of dollars of equipment in flames from all the spiced rum Crocker kept under his desk labeled "emergency use only, do not touch." All of his priceless artifacts and technological equipment he used to find fairies, along with his lab rats, were obliterated in a single second. A collective squeak of sadness rang out over the city as rats mourned the loss of their brethren. Crocker, noticing the stench of burnt whiskey in the air, dropped to his knees.
"It was the only thing I had going for me. My mother died three years ago and I can't stop drinking."
"Go to fucking AA," Trixie replied, "Let's get going, right?" she grabbed another Chinese assault rifle from the truck.
"Soon, we'll rid the world of that bastard Turner," Tootie growled, pushing her glasses back up her nose once more.
"So I hate Turner too," Crocker began, standing up, "But why the fuck would you want to launch a SCUD missile at him?"
Turning angrily to face him, Tootie grimaced, "That rotten bastard ruined my life," Flames appeared in her eyes and she shot out laser beams from behind her glasses.
"Holy shit!" Crocker cried as he dodged the blast, which cut through the support vehicle's gas tank, causing it to explode behind them.
"He was the only man ever to make me dependent and weak. Now, I'm a strong and independent womyn…"
"Woman?"
"Womyn!" she fired again as the fire reached a cell tower, knocking it out and wrecking the viewing pleasure of the author as he attempted to drunkenly watch his favorite shounen-ai animes. "I am not a woman with an 'a' in it, that's a symbol of the patriarchy!"
"How could you tell the author would write that?"
"I could sense it with my internet sense! Timmy made me hate humanity because of his bullshit. Thinking he's better than me, with his 'plates' and his 'redpilling' all over fucking Reddit. Just because I wanted women the right to every dollar to men's pay, he calls me a 'feminazi.' Well, now I am!" and the force of her scream cracked Crocker's crooked glasses, "And he's going to pay for all the shit he put me through! Move out!"