Tales From October Volume II

But not a muscle did he move
As he knew not a lick
Of what he could do
And fear but gripped him still

"Do you think I dress like this for my health? Eh? Do you? No, this is the garb of my strordinairian identity."

"You've as yet but shown any signs of that, so I begin to wonder if you aren't just some fanboy off to a convention."

"Does this look the garb of any strordinaire you know?"

"I don't know all of the strordinaires that once roamed the streets and patrolled the skies. So you could be playing the role of some little known strordinaire for all I know. And with that looming as more and more a possibility, I need to find this out."

And the look in his eyes
Done gave a fright
To Jonathan the man
That Tykyn the title
Felt oh so fake

"No, stay away!"

"Ha ha ha, some strordinaire you are Tykyn. Ha ha ha!"

'Twas then he leapt
Yes fast onto the man
With a heavy heavy thud
And a quick holding up
Of his limp sad form
In its shiny hero garb

"Ohhh, let me go Tchuudyn, just let me go, please."

"What such is this? Such a cry of weakness already? But I've barely begun to thrash you. What a sad excuse for a strordinaire you are. No, you can't possibly be a strordinaire if you slip to moaning so pathetically so quickly. And the quickness with which you've done it sickens me, so much so that I must consider killing you for this affront."

And all Tykyn did was to silently gulp.