A Breakaway
Hey guys, it's me, Norm. I just wanted to quick tell you how things are progressing here at Super Crew headquarters.
So, right after I last talked to you, I told my mom my body hurt all over and made a pretty convincing act of it all. She asked where I wanted to go, the hospital or Crew HQ, and I of course said the HQ. Well, when I got here, Green Mantis started to do about a million tests on me, and I made sure that each one gave really random answers. This must have made his job horrible, but he really couldn't blame it on the hysterical sobbing teen, could he? >:D
Anyway, his final diagnosis is that I'm having a sudden burst of strength. I guess he thinks it's a recessive power, and he thinks it might be dangerous to me. He asked me to break a table for him just to prove it, and, since I thought I saw where he was going with it, I fell as hard as I could while it looked like I was punching. Bam, that table snapped. I love this idea...haha.
So, he's keeping me at Crew HQ for the next few days till he can get a steady reading on me or come up with a cure. So far, he doesn't look too bad...but a few more days of no progress will really mess him up. But, I gotta go! I snuck out to write this, and I think I hear someone stirring. I'll get back to you guys when next I can. Bye!
-Norm
So, right after I last talked to you, I told my mom my body hurt all over and made a pretty convincing act of it all. She asked where I wanted to go, the hospital or Crew HQ, and I of course said the HQ. Well, when I got here, Green Mantis started to do about a million tests on me, and I made sure that each one gave really random answers. This must have made his job horrible, but he really couldn't blame it on the hysterical sobbing teen, could he? >:D
Anyway, his final diagnosis is that I'm having a sudden burst of strength. I guess he thinks it's a recessive power, and he thinks it might be dangerous to me. He asked me to break a table for him just to prove it, and, since I thought I saw where he was going with it, I fell as hard as I could while it looked like I was punching. Bam, that table snapped. I love this idea...haha.
So, he's keeping me at Crew HQ for the next few days till he can get a steady reading on me or come up with a cure. So far, he doesn't look too bad...but a few more days of no progress will really mess him up. But, I gotta go! I snuck out to write this, and I think I hear someone stirring. I'll get back to you guys when next I can. Bye!
-Norm