Tuesday, 14 March 2017

You Don't Have To Twist My Arm

Of all the applicants to join the ranks of the Custodians of Earth, only the kid with the sniffle still remained. Glory led him into a room where a man sat waiting for them on a sofa.

“Your next test is to break this man’s arm.”

The kid glanced between the two of them.


Glory nodded.

“Well done, good response, but still, please do so.”

The man smiled.

“Yeah, don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”

The kid finally grabbed the mans arm and twisted, bones audibly snapping.

Given the man was Gel-O and had no bones, this worried Glory immensely.

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