[2ndPower]

Karl heard a noise off to his right. He ran over to go see what it was, and caught a brief glimpse of some guy pushing down a ladder leading up to a window, and shutting the window. Karl considered helping him. It would be a good way to make friends, and Karl sorely needed friends. He pondered on the wonders of friendship for a little while, but then he farted, and that made him lose his concentration. In any case, he felt that he should go help. Even if he didn't reach that person, he'd still have the chance to hit some more people with his ex's golf clubs. And no matter how you looked at it, hitting people with golf clubs was fun. Karl thought that it might just become his new hobby.

All the doors into the building that the other person had entered seemed to be locked, except for the front door, but that door was under a ladder, and Karl didn't want to walk under it. So he went out back and knocked out a window. Before he stepped in, he realized that he was being heroic, in his point of view, anyways, and that he should make some heroic proclamation. Rearing his head back, he shouted out the first thing that came to his mind: "IF ANY OF YOU TOUCH MY CAR, I'LL UNLEASH THE INFERNAL WRATH OF HELL UPON YOU!!!" Satisfied, he stepped inside, into a room that seemed to be in an alternate reality. All the furniture was on the ceiling, random ghosts were floating around, and the room was filled with some sort of bouyant, nebulous ooze. A little confused, Karl swam through it until he reached the door to the hall, where all his questions were answered as he read what was on it. "Ah, the Manager's Office." He said. At least he was out of there. He ran down the hall until he came up on his first blue skinned nemesis. Swinging the golf club, he ran past the thing without even stopping. He heard a thump and assumed that it had been knocked out, but he wanted to get to the other person first. That lucky guy was probably attracting all sorts of these freaks to smack around, and Karl did not want to miss out on any of it.

Well, this looked fun. He had rushed up the stairs, looking around at random for the other guy, when he came upon two blue-skinned guys and a purple skinned person that was slightly larger than the blues. Unfortunately for Karl, they saw him too. The purple guy flicked his fingers at Karl, and suddenly, there were more of the blue folk. When Karl had the time, he was really going to need something else to call them. Now, though, he had better things to be doing. Concentrating, focusing, Karl called up his fledging psychic powers, and the closest few blue folk involuntarily convulsed, then rolled up into large beach ball sized balls. Good old PSI Bind. A neat party trick too. Rushing up, Karl kicked the Blue Balls into the rest of the small mob, knocking down several, causing their color to return to normal. Holding the golf clubs to the side, Karl started spinnning around. The rest of the mob just ducked, and eventually, Karl got dizzy and stopped, leaving himself open for a counter attack. The mob rushed him, forcing him back. He took a few hits before he finally regained himself. He rushed into the kitchen to escape. The mob followed him. Karl had to think fast. There was a bucket of dirty water nearby. He spilled it on the floor, then looked around for the next component of his trap... ah! There it was! He grabbed the microwave and hit it a few times breaking it open, then threw it in the water, frying those who stood on it. The rest of the mob kept coming single-mindedly, and they all were fried in the water. When the last one's color returned to normal, Karl unplugged the microwave, and leaped back into the hall, where he confronted the purple guy. "It's just you and me now, Mr. Tingles!" He yelled.