I. - The legendary training session.
Late day was cool as the young slayer bowed down to the gracefully setting sun.
"Whoo!" He declared as he swung his staff around. "Hi-yow!"
The adult of middle twenties kept a rhythm going as he swung the long wooden stick around in a circular motion, concentrating on striking in just the right place. Cowboy doll. Strike! And right there – a Buzz Light-year! Whack! He chanted his manta from yesterday, swinging around and around the staff. Finally, just before he struck himself in the head, someone called out for him.
"Phillips? What the hell!.? Get your lazy butt back to work before it becomes a carcass."
"You mean you're gonna fire me?"
"I mean I'm gonna set your dang butt on fire if you don't get to starting that furnace."
"All right, sir."
"What the hell are you doin' anyway?"
"It's part of my karate class."
Mr. Nickels scratched his balding scalp. "Yeah, um, whatever. Just make sure it gets done!"
"Yes, sir!" Sid saluted him and went over to start the furnace. "Man, when I find those toys…"
There were shouts and screams coming from the inside of the large metal contraption.
"We're all in this together!"
"Lotso help us!"
"What's he doing?"
"Then," Sid walked over to his Toyota truck, thrust in his staff and took out his drumsticks.
He didn't notice as a purple blur ran past him.
"I'm gonna jam out to my favorite rock band in celebration!"
A giant crane suddenly rose up and dropped into the furnace as Sid hopped into the truck and pulled away in high spirits. He noticed some kind of walking eggplant in the middle of the road but collided right into it – he was use to such hallucinations, especially when he was on all of his heavy medication. "He should be fine," the doctor had said, "Make sure to take it easy my boy."
"Like that happened!" Sid laughed loudly.
He didn't notice as a cowboy hat ran behind his truck; he had gotten a good look at the car that had been parked outside the house where his encounter with the toys had taken place just the other day. "And once I look up the plate number on Look-up-Licence-dot-com I will finally exact...
my revenge. REVENGE! Bruhahahahahaha! And with my keen eye and acute hearing..."
"Hey, you, license plate hatin' guy, stop this truck and look on the front of it! I'm a bear, damnit!"
"Hmm." Sid patted his ear. "I've gotta start taking those meds again."
He drove off into what was now night, ready to begin his quest to protect others in need.
"Sid the Toy Slayer strikes... tonight!"
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