Fantastic Lore Series: 'Of Glove n' Lore'

*I completely realize this will read
IF anyone does read it, like it's comin' outta left field...but I can assure you it's NOT... Simply
put it's an excerpt from a follow
up book to my brother n I's ongoin'
Fantastic Lore story, created by me
over nearly 10 years ago. lol all I hope is whomever reads it gets a laugh or two :)*



 The city that never sleeps...

 Was living up to it's reputation.  Word spread quickly through the streets, there's yet  another
'Product' uprising manifestation.

Eugene, having narrowly escaped
a certain 'Can' Beat down...
fumbled to his feet, readjusted
his mangy glove, and suddenly
his courage, he re-found.  He
rubbed his new love, the Glove,  against the dry, cracked surface
of his face. Then he peered out
into the night with a deranged, transfixed look...it was apparent
he was revisiting a dark place.

Not more than a mile away,
a cab pulls up to the curb on
a 139th. Out scrambles a bewildered passenger who had begged the driver to pull over because he wasn't feeling right. Complaining of severe stomach cramps and unexplainable 'voices' that dictated this very route. He was sure he losing his mind up
until he heard a shout. "Hey mister
get a grip and show some dignity!"
With that a shocked cabbie watched
as the man's pants dropped below
the knee. Exposing his stained, formerly tightie whitey's and
knobby legs to the N.Y. scene.

And  yet, that particular and embarrassingly shameful insult  made no impact on the hapless, befuddled guy. He was in complete shock as he stood
frozen while staring at how his belt and buckle, detached itself from
the pant loops and literally slithered away with the buckle appearing to wave bye bye!

Over in the park, sparked on by previously manic motions, a
faction of the Plate platoon were descending, set on attack mode
prepared to add to the commotion.
The President had scooted back inside the safety of his armored
truck and then fearing any implication of involvement, ordered his Secretive service men to make a hasty escape leaving his young friend Timmy alone, and out of luck.

Though Timmy, who believed he knew he was in no danger, hid
inside a small bush. As BobbyPin kept nagging him to join the farcas by poking him in the arm,
hoping doing that he'd give him a little push. "Booooobbbyy!? Stop
it!" Timmy angrily demanded, as Timmy's voice drew attention  from
a few loose screws roaming around
seemingly disbanded. The sight of
his product brethren made Bobby
smile, popping free and falling to the grass as if all the while this was the way he planed it.

Meanwhile, Straw and String have
gotten the dreaded news about the
fight between brother on brother
hearing reports that it shaping up
to be a conflict like no other. A
'loner spoon' posed a question to
the two as each were fading back
into their minds on another place in
time where their family nearly fell
apart from being so out of tune...



Note: Yes I'm aware the alignment
is waaaaayyy off but I got fuckin
tired of tryin to get it aligned the way I wanted lol