Massage Man vs. Mr. Fantastic
By
Carolyne Smythe
Reed Richards landed his part of the Fantasticar down beside the entrance of the First Bank of New York. To his surprise, he saw two guards outside of the bank looking so relaxed and in another world. Reed turned, and saw at the street corner the very person he was assigned to handle and arrest, Massage Man with an armful of bags filled with money. Reed took one long stride towards that street corner, and placed a hand on Massage Man's shoulder. Massage Man turned around, and calmly said to the elastic man at his side.
"Hello sir, lovely day we are having isn't it?"
Reed knew better than to be caught off guard by such a casual question.
"Young man, it is obvious that you impenetrated, and robbed that bank. Now, if you just come with me to the nearby police station..."
Quickly, and neutrally Massage Man interrupted Reed.
"Sir, it is such a wonderful day for a massage. Could I interest you in one?"
Reed, surprised at this non sequitur, replied to the question in as laid back a fashion as Massage Man's.
"No thank you. I do not believe in the healing properties of a massage. A good few hours' rest does just as splendid a job of relaxing one."
This did not faze Massage Man one bit.
"Oh but sir, EVERYBODY loves my massages! Please, try this free sample of my services."
Suddenly, Massage Man dropped his bags full of legal tender, and dug his fingers into Reed's shoulders. Reed tried to resist that unusual attack, and wrapped his whole body around Massage Man. Massage Man kept on working his fingers and hands up and down Reed's back. As much as Reed tried to resist the massage, he was slowly starting to drift off into relaxation.
"Must... resist... massage..."
Reed said in a weary voice as Massage Man's powers truly started to take effect. When Reed was all mesmerized, Massage Man placed him down on the ground like the guards in front of the bank Reed had laid his eyes upon earlier, and said in a smarmy, evil tone.
"Nobody can resist my massages."
Then, he picked up his sacks full of money, and escaped.
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By
Carolyne Smythe
Reed Richards landed his part of the Fantasticar down beside the entrance of the First Bank of New York. To his surprise, he saw two guards outside of the bank looking so relaxed and in another world. Reed turned, and saw at the street corner the very person he was assigned to handle and arrest, Massage Man with an armful of bags filled with money. Reed took one long stride towards that street corner, and placed a hand on Massage Man's shoulder. Massage Man turned around, and calmly said to the elastic man at his side.
"Hello sir, lovely day we are having isn't it?"
Reed knew better than to be caught off guard by such a casual question.
"Young man, it is obvious that you impenetrated, and robbed that bank. Now, if you just come with me to the nearby police station..."
Quickly, and neutrally Massage Man interrupted Reed.
"Sir, it is such a wonderful day for a massage. Could I interest you in one?"
Reed, surprised at this non sequitur, replied to the question in as laid back a fashion as Massage Man's.
"No thank you. I do not believe in the healing properties of a massage. A good few hours' rest does just as splendid a job of relaxing one."
This did not faze Massage Man one bit.
"Oh but sir, EVERYBODY loves my massages! Please, try this free sample of my services."
Suddenly, Massage Man dropped his bags full of legal tender, and dug his fingers into Reed's shoulders. Reed tried to resist that unusual attack, and wrapped his whole body around Massage Man. Massage Man kept on working his fingers and hands up and down Reed's back. As much as Reed tried to resist the massage, he was slowly starting to drift off into relaxation.
"Must... resist... massage..."
Reed said in a weary voice as Massage Man's powers truly started to take effect. When Reed was all mesmerized, Massage Man placed him down on the ground like the guards in front of the bank Reed had laid his eyes upon earlier, and said in a smarmy, evil tone.
"Nobody can resist my massages."
Then, he picked up his sacks full of money, and escaped.
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