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Cecil was watching the fight with keen interest. He and his buddy were stuck in traffic, but it didn't bother them. This particular buddy helped him set up his Floppy Fists website, and knew this was a chance for Cecil to get his name out.
Cecil looked over to his friend and nodded, trying to look cool. Hoping his friend didn't hear his voice quivering he muttered, "It's time." Quickly, he opened the center console between them and pulled out his 'uniform'. As his friend awkwardly pretended to be very occupied with the fight taking place, Cecil changed to Floppy Fists! Then, with a little concentration, he grew out his fingers. His friend swore under his breath, still amazed at Cecil's abilities. It wasn't until about two minutes that Floppy Fists realized that he made a grave mistake, his fingers were filling the car, and it was getting a little too tight. He joined his friend in the cursing as he panicked, flinging his fingers and arms everywhere. "I don't want to die!!" he wailed. As it seemed as though all was lost, the friend found the door handle, and yanked it open.
Finally, Floppy Fists was able to get himself and his mass of fingers free, noting to himself never to grow his fingers out in tight spaces ever again. Taking a breath that thankfully didn't reek of octopus, Floppy Fist ran towards the fight, sticking his fingers onto cars, to sort of slingshot himself towards the fray. As soon as he made it too the fight, he would attempt to fling his phalanges at the nearest smithbot, attempting to attach and rip the robot's head off.
Cecil looked over to his friend and nodded, trying to look cool. Hoping his friend didn't hear his voice quivering he muttered, "It's time." Quickly, he opened the center console between them and pulled out his 'uniform'. As his friend awkwardly pretended to be very occupied with the fight taking place, Cecil changed to Floppy Fists! Then, with a little concentration, he grew out his fingers. His friend swore under his breath, still amazed at Cecil's abilities. It wasn't until about two minutes that Floppy Fists realized that he made a grave mistake, his fingers were filling the car, and it was getting a little too tight. He joined his friend in the cursing as he panicked, flinging his fingers and arms everywhere. "I don't want to die!!" he wailed. As it seemed as though all was lost, the friend found the door handle, and yanked it open.
Finally, Floppy Fists was able to get himself and his mass of fingers free, noting to himself never to grow his fingers out in tight spaces ever again. Taking a breath that thankfully didn't reek of octopus, Floppy Fist ran towards the fight, sticking his fingers onto cars, to sort of slingshot himself towards the fray. As soon as he made it too the fight, he would attempt to fling his phalanges at the nearest smithbot, attempting to attach and rip the robot's head off.
