He answered the door to find a stranger there, spittle dripping from their hard, determined face.
“Are you Jim?” the stranger asked him.
“...Yes.”
The stranger dropped two objects at his feet; one a black eye mask, the other a square of torn red textile.
“What is this?”
“The Lone Ranger’s Mask and the piece of Superman’s cape I tugged,” the stranger replied. “Now prepare to be messed around with...Jim.”
“Listen, I don’t know—“
“NO ONE TELLS ME WHAT TO DO!” the stranger thundered.
FIN
@feld I get it. That's enough for me to enjoy it.
@MattFnWallace Ha! You're giving Mastodon a try. The spittle was enough of a hint for me. I would have said "No, Jim lives 2 doors down." and booked it out the back door.
@MattFnWallace Jim Croce would know better.
@MattFnWallace My little sister and I used to roller skate in my dad's garage to that song. We had it on a 45. Whoa.
