It was a cool Sunday morning. The skies were clear, the birds were making sounds, and the local newspaper boy was throwing the papers like a mad baseball pitcher. He hit everything in sight including car windows, cats, dogs, branches, trees, and finally Isis forehead. After rubbing her head from the impact, she opened and read the first page and grinned at the title. MARVEL THREATENS TO SUE LOCAL NEW MEDIA’S. She quickly ran to the pier to tell her blue haired friend the news. She throws the paper at him.
Isis thinks: Looks like I have a new name for you, Charge.
Charge: Charge? What in the hell are you talking about?
Isis: Read the pa
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