The Worst Legend Ever
The small, dusty apartment was trashed. Any semblance of order, if there had been any to begin with, was now gone. Chaos had been thrown about in heaping portions creating a jumble of electronic equipment and toaster ovens upon the floor. Scorch marks randomly dotted the room as did tranquilizer darts that had obviously missed their target. These were the obvious sign of a struggle.
Unfortunately for the victim, the struggle had been so short lived that almost no one near had even noticed the sounds. The only one to hear the struggle was the downstairs neighbor, and all he had done about it was rap his cane against the ceiling and yell for them to 'knock off that racket!' When the racket did settle down, Mr. Rombold sat back into his favorite, lime green easy chair and felt rather smug about it. He was only slightly annoyed when he heard the rather odd thumping sound coming down the stairs and exiting the building through the hallway right outside his door. But he had done his bit for the day, and felt that really someone else could take care of the day's subsequent noise problems.
A group of five weasels, all a dull brown color and wearing black military style uniforms, were having the slightest bit of trouble carrying Megavolt's unweildy and lifeless body down the stairs. Weasel number four didn't have the greatest grip on the rat's head, and as a result it would thud against the steps on the staircase ever now and then. The weasels stopped, and in hushed voices discussed what they were to do.
"We were not suppose to damage the body.."
"I have seen the plans, minor injuries to him don't really matter."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course."
"Well, I suppose we could probably just grab him by the legs and drag him the rest of the way."
The weasels regrouped and managed to quickly drag Megavolt out the door of the apartment building. Working together, they easily tossed him in the back of a black, wholly unremarkable van that had the phrase 'not badguys' written on the side in a pretty dull way. Within minutes they were speeding off to the airport.
The small, dusty apartment was trashed. Any semblance of order, if there had been any to begin with, was now gone. Chaos had been thrown about in heaping portions creating a jumble of electronic equipment and toaster ovens upon the floor. Scorch marks randomly dotted the room as did tranquilizer darts that had obviously missed their target. These were the obvious sign of a struggle.
Unfortunately for the victim, the struggle had been so short lived that almost no one near had even noticed the sounds. The only one to hear the struggle was the downstairs neighbor, and all he had done about it was rap his cane against the ceiling and yell for them to 'knock off that racket!' When the racket did settle down, Mr. Rombold sat back into his favorite, lime green easy chair and felt rather smug about it. He was only slightly annoyed when he heard the rather odd thumping sound coming down the stairs and exiting the building through the hallway right outside his door. But he had done his bit for the day, and felt that really someone else could take care of the day's subsequent noise problems.
A group of five weasels, all a dull brown color and wearing black military style uniforms, were having the slightest bit of trouble carrying Megavolt's unweildy and lifeless body down the stairs. Weasel number four didn't have the greatest grip on the rat's head, and as a result it would thud against the steps on the staircase ever now and then. The weasels stopped, and in hushed voices discussed what they were to do.
"We were not suppose to damage the body.."
"I have seen the plans, minor injuries to him don't really matter."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course."
"Well, I suppose we could probably just grab him by the legs and drag him the rest of the way."
The weasels regrouped and managed to quickly drag Megavolt out the door of the apartment building. Working together, they easily tossed him in the back of a black, wholly unremarkable van that had the phrase 'not badguys' written on the side in a pretty dull way. Within minutes they were speeding off to the airport.