The pyjama boy lowered his 5th jug of milk, got the paddle and banged the gong next to the table and yelled "BO YAH, I win, Eat that Jack. Breakfast of champions or what." He leaned back and belched.
"Okay, You win. Now this was all fun and all, but I've gotta see Guastafa and if your not going to help me I don't see why I should even bother myself with you" I pushed the chair back, stood up and got my bag.
"Please, don't go" he plead. "We don't get many people 'round these parts and I just wanted to make impression. Don't Go. My parents used to be missionaries and travelled the word spreading the word of god. My name is Peter; it means Rock, like Christ was the Rock. People call me Rock's because it's much cooler than Peter. I'm babbling again, aren't I "?
"The name's Jack it means 'God is gracious'. My parents named me that because everyone else was at the time. However some people call me FlashJack because I was struck by lightning on a family holiday to the beach and I spent a couple of weeks in hospital, The doctors told me that the electricity from the thunderbolt a awakened a dormant part of my brain. Then I could do a whole bunch of cool things that other people can't do. It's a bit dorky isn't it"?
Rock looked at me with wide eyes and his mouth open. He blinked a couple of times and finally asked "Such As"?
"Well you know how electrical signals travel through the body to deliver messages" Rock nodded. "Well I can intensify that electricity and send it to my hands. Making me one giant car door in the sun. I don't have complete control over it so I have to wear these gloves" He reached to give me a handshake, and then pulled his hand away. He then he held his arms out for a much safer hug.
"Handshakes are for strangers anyway" I leaned forward and hugged him. He was looking at my hands my entire time.
"Can I see"? He asked.
"Sure" I took of my gloves and slapped my hands together making a loud bang. I then started rubbing my hands together. I started to focus, as energy was being drained from my body and concentrating in. Small sparks started to whiz around my hands. Then it was time for step two. I lifted my hands and moved them close to his head.
"What are you doing?" He asked as though I were about to kill him.
"I am merely giving you a new hairstyle" And I was. Rocks hair was now standing on end in a way that could only be done with hair gel. I lowered my hands. Leaving his hair in its porcupine glory. For the fun of it I touched his arm.
"Ouch" Rock Cried. He then thought, "That's it! That's just normal static electricity"
"Well I only had half a sandwich and a bottle and a half of milks' energy to use," I said as I put my gloves back on. "Now I've given you the light show and the new doo, I think the least you can do is take me to Guastafa" Rock nod his head.
"Sure Flash, just give me a second to get dressed," He said as he ran out the door and up the stairs. A few minutes he came back in loose clothing. We walked out of the side room.
Rock called out "Later Mum, I'm just gonna take a friend to see Guastafa". A voice called out from behind the door "Alright Honey"
Rock took me a little down the hill to a small hut, small enough to really fit one person. He knocked on the door. I heard a little rustling around and then the man answered. I wasn't quite too sure what to expect of Guastafa the solicitor, but one thing I wasn't quite expecting was a Gandalf look-alike without pants.
"No way are you Guastafa my dads solicitor?" I say almost say gawking.
"Way" he said in a way that only a Gandalf look-alike without pants could "I do all that law stuff on weekends. You must be Jack. I've been expecting you" He caught Rock and I looking down at his naked legs. He blushed embarrassed. "I'll take you down to you dads 'Fabulous Farm' just as soon as I get some pants on" He closed the door.
