Parking Lot Showdown
Characters: Ken Kaze, Polar, & (???)
Polar pulled his bag from the rental car trunk. He looked around, aware of . . . something, but unsure. He went back to his bag and then as he looked up he was face-to-face with none other than Jolt’s Resident Moron, Ken Kaze.
“What? Can I help you with something jackass?”
Ken stared up at the Iceman, not blinking the slightest bit.
“I know what you did,” he accused whilst wagging his finger back and forth. “I saw it. It doesn’t scare me, Polar. George and I aren’t . . .”
“Stop!” demanded Polar, holding up a hand. “If you keep referring to that damn trashcan as a person, I’m gonna beat you within an inch of your life with a steel chair just for general purposes.”
Ken shook his head, smiling menacingly.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you? You’d like to beat me until I was dead, wouldn’t you?”
Polar was clearly confused by the tiny man. Ken was not exactly tiny, but when compared to the 6’5” giant Polar, yes – he was tiny.
“Look,” Polar insisted, “I dunno if this is some Napoleonic compensation for your height or something, but calling a trashcan your best pal isn’t exactly the best way to win friends and influence people, popcorn-fart.”
Polar pressed by him.
“Move,” he commanded as Kaze reached out and grabbed the Iceman’s arm. “Oh, no you didn’t you little sh—”
At the exact point in time, every car alarm in the parking lot began to shriek. Startled by the commotion, Ken jumped before exclaiming, “F[BEEP!]k this George, let’s get outta here!”
Polar merely glanced around. His face was that of worry, wondering what – no, who – was the cause of the clamor. He watched the Hero of Hardcore scatter like a roach, tucking George under his arm while shouting, “Owwwww, George – you poked me!” No longer feeling comfortable in the atmosphere surrounding him any more, the Iceman quickly followed suit behind Kaze.
