Chapter Yonder: Bobby's Funko Pops
Dale, Nelson, and Edward sat in the boardroom, thinking about Winnie and his evil plot to take over the company.
"Thorndyke Industries shall not stand for this kind of indecent corruption!" Nelson shouted, banging the table. "We should ban all red shirts in Station Square!"
Dale gasped. "But your newborn Christopher is destined for wearing red shirts!"
Nelson shook his head. "It is a price I am willing to pay for everyone's safety." He turned to Edward. "Go to the President and tell him about the incident. Explain why the red shirt ban is so very necessary."
Edward saluted and dashed out of the room quicker than an ice storm.
Dale was kind of mad. "Nelson, you are thinking irrationally. Red shirts are kinda swag, you know?"
Nelson opened up a secret hole in the table and slid down a slide to the café. "I am not having this conversation with a murderer!"
Dale grit his teeth. I would not have been a murderer had you just given me a stinkin' eyeball!
It was finally time, Dale ripped off his shirt and threw it in the incinerator. He walked outside of the building and looked up at it. "Nelson, you are a blight on society. You think you can solve things by flaunting your authentic aura, but you are all talk and no action. Where is the truth, the solutions? Where is my promised eyeball? Your pride muddles this once-superb nation… I oppose your philosophy. Oogway chose incorrect…"
"Seems like you are angry," said a passerby. "You are also shirtless."
"I am Dale Gribble. And I will protect you all from Nelson."
"Nelson seems like such a nice guy though…"
Dale was furious at the sound of this and clapped his hands together, sending out a sonic blast that slammed into the passerby and tore him in half. Blood went everywhere, coating Dale in his mighty sin.
Dale breathed heavily. "I… am… the hero…"
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