48th Hangover - He's a Hero, I swear.

[heartstar_blues]

[Look out Mayfield! If there's trouble, The Captain is there! With super strength, flight, and near invulnerability, there has to be something he can do.

He's sober people, this is not a drill. This is the real thing.

So he's coming to help you! Yes, YOU! And you too

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[a_gentle_boy]

[Oh, no! Lucas's table has a flat... leg. Looking a little concerned, Lucas kneels beside his poor steed and frowns at the nick in the... wood? rubber? plastic?... weird mr. saturn-invented molecule... thing.......]

Don't worry. I'm sure a little glue will fix it up just fine.

[pat pat, table, it's gonna be ok!]

[heartstar_blues]

[And then The Captain lands!]

Hey kid.

[What's wrong with that table?]

Were you going somewhere?

[a_gentle_boy]

Oh, Mr. Captain!

[...Lucas glances up and smiles in an embarrassed sort of manner.]

Not anywhere important, no.

[heartstar_blues]

Oh...

[Still confused by the table.]

Need to get it anywhere to... uh... fix that?

[Whatever that is.]

[a_gentle_boy]

I'm not too sure...

I think I'll need some glue. And maybe some foam or something.

[heartstar_blues]

Let's try the general store. Get on the table.

[He waits, he's going to get them there... this may or may not be a good thing.]

[a_gentle_boy]

On?

[Lucas slowly straddles it.]

I don't know; I don't think it's good to put any more pressure on...

[heartstar_blues]

[Once he was on, The Captain grabs the edges of the table and lifts off. No more pressure on the legs!

He's flying them now, heading up over the trees and houses.]

[a_gentle_boy]

[It's like a magic carpet ride. Lucas almost falls over in disbelief before he sprawls out on top and clutches the sides for dear life.]

I... I forgot you could do that! ...T-Thanks!

[He shouts down.]

[heartstar_blues]

No problem.

Now let's see...

[There it is. He just had to keep getting higher until he spotted it.

Beginning his descent, he slows to hover off the ground. First gently letting Lucas down then holding the table over his head again when he lands.

He stumbles, wobbles, but somehow keeps from dropping it.]

Okay... got it. Now, what did we need again?

[a_gentle_boy]

[At last, a flight that doesn't end with him crashing into the ocean or a haystack or the ground. Lucas will hop lightly off the table.]

Thanks, Mr. Captain. Um. I was going to look for glue and something... flexible to fill in the gaps.

[heartstar_blues]

Sounds good, I'll hold on to this for you.

[Holding that up is easy. But Lucas should know The Captain isn't the most stable super hero out there.

He might want to hurry before he trips or something.]

[a_gentle_boy]

[blink blink]

Just... like that? I think it should be alright if you laid it on the flat surface.

[heartstar_blues]

Oh... uh, sure.

[He carefully put's it down. Leaving it there, frowning at the strange thing before going into he store with Lucas.]

[a_gentle_boy]

[The table seems mildly distressed to be left alone, but Lucas will soothe it with some comforting platitudes before going inside with the Captain, a worried expression on his face.]

Let's see... something firm, but bendable. Can you think of anything like that, Mr. Captain?

[heartstar_blues]

[Thinking is not his strength.]

Yeah... tires maybe?