Chapter Rad: Bad Ducks
There was a knock on the door. "Who in the heck is that knocking at this hour?" said Hank as he took a quick sip of his brew. He opened the door and saw Dale Gribble panting, still shirtless.
"Dale, why are you so exasperated?" asked Hank.
"Oh my good golly gosh, Hank…" Dale shivered with ruing resentment. "I just killed someone…"
"Calm down, Dale. You are just having a bad dream!" said Hank.
Just then… Dale woke up in a pile of garbage. How did he end up under this bridge?
"Oh yeah… the police…" Dale recalled how he was being chased by the cops right as soon as he had committed the heinous crime. He was on the lam, but he was not out of luck. Oogway had taught his students how to excel at stealth. The only one who would be able to stop him would be another student.
"Nelson…" Dale grunted. "The next time we meet… only one shall walk away…" A tear formed in his single eye. "Am I strong enough to carry out my plight against the true evil?" He returned a dense globule of mucus back to his nostril. "No… He is the one who stands for justice… a corrupt justice… I am the hero… the hero of evil…"
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