Gary and the Magic Starfish
It was a long day and the one known as Gary was returning to the house. He was soon to become Top Gear, but the name Gary Switzkof was most appropriate. He was a fishermen and a Jedi apprentice to a Jedi Master in Xian. His real name was Jacob Lancast but details like that were unneeded in the land of dismay. The blood of Isaac and Crew had started to run dry during the years and the crime rate rose. People were scared and unsure of their governments. It was his job in life to fish, while the family fought to have control of their house, while smugglers and thieves ran feral. He was pulling in his fishing line, ready to head home when something rose out of the water and into the air. Spinning it landed on land and lay still. I walked over to it and saw it was a starfish. Not having too much knowledge on them I pushed it back into the water and waited ton see whether it was still alive. It came to the surface and in a great voice it said,
'My friend what is your name?'
'Gary Switzkof.'
'Young Gary you are my master from now on, none but you would rescue me, most would run off screaming. I trust you Gary and wish that you would command me.'
'Ok, what do you travel in?'
'This small red and white ball would be nice, but anything.'
'Ok, return, then.' A red light shot from the ball and the starfish went red and disappeared.
'Cool!' Just then Isaac IV, walked down to the pond side and said,
'I saw it all, face me. The winner shall get your starfish.' He pulled his sword and I opened the small ball and said,
'Go, starfish!'
'Call me, Rokur!'
'Rokur, water gun.' A swelling ball of water formed on each outstretched arm and as the Death Star's super laser they formed and fired. The blast hit Isaac and he fell backwards. When he stood, he was crying and he ran off saying,
'I shall tell my great grandfather, Isaac!'
'Of course you will, because he is dead!' Rokur and I laughed.
It was a long day and the one known as Gary was returning to the house. He was soon to become Top Gear, but the name Gary Switzkof was most appropriate. He was a fishermen and a Jedi apprentice to a Jedi Master in Xian. His real name was Jacob Lancast but details like that were unneeded in the land of dismay. The blood of Isaac and Crew had started to run dry during the years and the crime rate rose. People were scared and unsure of their governments. It was his job in life to fish, while the family fought to have control of their house, while smugglers and thieves ran feral. He was pulling in his fishing line, ready to head home when something rose out of the water and into the air. Spinning it landed on land and lay still. I walked over to it and saw it was a starfish. Not having too much knowledge on them I pushed it back into the water and waited ton see whether it was still alive. It came to the surface and in a great voice it said,
'My friend what is your name?'
'Gary Switzkof.'
'Young Gary you are my master from now on, none but you would rescue me, most would run off screaming. I trust you Gary and wish that you would command me.'
'Ok, what do you travel in?'
'This small red and white ball would be nice, but anything.'
'Ok, return, then.' A red light shot from the ball and the starfish went red and disappeared.
'Cool!' Just then Isaac IV, walked down to the pond side and said,
'I saw it all, face me. The winner shall get your starfish.' He pulled his sword and I opened the small ball and said,
'Go, starfish!'
'Call me, Rokur!'
'Rokur, water gun.' A swelling ball of water formed on each outstretched arm and as the Death Star's super laser they formed and fired. The blast hit Isaac and he fell backwards. When he stood, he was crying and he ran off saying,
'I shall tell my great grandfather, Isaac!'
'Of course you will, because he is dead!' Rokur and I laughed.