Chapter 3 : The evil awakens. My butter knife named Spot.
"Dirt, Gungho!" Said Stragus loudly; "You're not shoveling that dirt right."
"Yeah, but Stragus, "answered Gungho, "I'm not shoveling dirt, I'm playing golf."
"Well, " said Stragus, " looks about the same to me. You don't seem to be having much luck. Here, help me get this thing plugged in."
"What is this?" asked Gungho as Stragus powered a square box with a curved-glass side facing them, side control switches for frequency, and two vertically angled metallic lines running upward.
"This, my dear friend, " Stragus said energetically, " this is the answer to all those late nights with nothing to do. I'm thinking of calling it television or kenny, I haven't decided."
"That's a weird name, " said Gungho.
"Yeah, "Stragus said, "I mean, I don't know where I got the idea of calling it television, I mean, what WAS I thinking?" Gungho looked puzzled, but no more than usual.
But little did Thamasa's number one golf king and town tested and verified destruct-ologist knew was that in the nearby mountain ranges, lived a creature. That creature was an owl, but that's not important right now. What was important was the dormant evil creature directly below the owl, inside the mountain. A demon, a puzzled-consuming demon was awakened after years of taking in puzzled energy and puzzling looks energy. Long ago, during the years of the Magi-wars, a creature began using the puzzled minds of Blue Mages in training as a source of energy. Later, this was found out, after those students graduated and were no longer confused on the basics of Blue Magery. The creature was sealed, as best as could have been, and left until it consumed enough puzzled waves to awaken again. For the old Thamasians knew that one-day it would come out again, and that was today.
Upon the uproar of the creature, it busted out of the mountain, severely hurting a nearby panther that fell 200 feet on top of an owl. The owl upon knowing that its death was eminent, thought to itself, "Could have been worse. I could have caught apothropolunderblunderepriciliosus complex number 324 disease. I hope someday they find a cure for that."
The evil demon creature grew stronger looking for a target to destroy. It tried looking for the town called Thamasa, although it was not there when it arrived. Some scorched buildings remained, and one sign that read "Town 404 error. Town does not exist or was moved. Please refer to www.thamasa.com for details". Upon looking beyond the sign, the creature noticed that town moved 1 mile east because of some Grand Train problem. It remembered the spell very clearly.
At this time Stragus was trying to pitch his "mobile web" idea to the mayor, who by chance doesn't know a thing about what Stragus EVER says, however, is too often swayed by him to even notice that this idea may be a little too early.
"Its like I say Mayor Charge, " Pitched Stragus, "everyone will be able to access local and external data request packets over the same LAN, without the need to upgrade existing systems. Or lack thereof. "
"I like it, "exclaimed Mayor Charge, "We'll get on it as soon as that other idea goes through of yours. What was it? Something about a kenny broadcasting station? Will that really work?"
"Sure Mayor," Stragus answered, "I'd bet my butterknife named spat on it."
"Spat? " Asked Mayor Charge. "That's an unusual name for a butterknife." As if it wasn't odd to name a butterknife, let alone carry a supply of them around all the time.
"Well," thought Stragus, "It's not as easy to name a butterknife than an invention, or maybe a chapter title".