| Professor Pickle was having a spot of tea and a cucumber sandwich on a hot summer afternoon in his study. He occasionally took a glance at a newspaper to his right but frowned a little more each time. As an intellectual man, he knew of the government's increasing corruption and inability to solve the simplest of problems. He took another bite of his cucumber sandwich, chewing slowly and savoring it. However, the peace was soon broken by a frantic pounding on his door. "Professor Pickle! Are you okay?" It was the voice of his assistant. "Yes I am, my boy. What's going on?" He asked as he walked towards the door to open it. "Professor Pickle, haven't you heard? There's a strange old man who looks like a giant talking egg. He unleashed a whole pack of robots in the city." His assistant said with a scared tone. "A giant talking egg? Are you daft, my boy? This is ridiculous." The professor scoffed. "It's true, Professor. We need to stay inside. I'm sure they will send help soon." "No, we can't trust our government to do anything for us. We are on our own now. It's time for me to take the into my own hands. I will show that... eggman my own brand of vigilante justice. To arms, my boy!" The professor said with fierce determination. Professor Pickle ran off into the city armed with only his wits. He saw the chaos brewing in the distance. He ran quickly across the orange roofs. He will show the world that they should never count out an old man. |
