"You diabolical bastards! Damn you all to hell!" Went Foom Man as he valiantly hurled stones at the local Quick Stop. They had run fresh out of Jello-Pudding and Foom Man had recently "learned" from Fast Guy that Jello, and only Jello, pudding made him ten times stronger. Sure it was all bullshit that Fast Guy had told him, and just an excuse to get him out of his apartment, but mehh...
"I must acquaire some Jello brand pudding... Quickly, I must contact my fellow super friends!!" He then walked to a nearbye telephone and dialed what Mr. T had always told him: 1-800-COLLECT. When the other line rejected the call, he tried four more times, failing each time, then held the phone tightly and went "FOOOOOOOM" destroying the phone in pissedoff-ness.
"What is this? My true friends would always accept the charges from me, like the time I cost them $12 telling them a Blue Light sale was begining on Power Ranger's pork substitute....Someone has taken my friends hostage apparently... but who? Who wants to hurt the pride of Americana, the Ultra Acquaintances?" He then began to think, quickly arriving only one coorporation must have been behind it: Jello. They had represed him of his super strength to weaken the group by holding back supply to his locale... and also were holding his friends captive!! "Dear GOD! I must save them!!" He then aimed his hands down and went "FOOOOOOOOOM", making him go flying away. But where to? What possible location? Where could Foom Man be heading? The mystery dazzles us! |
