Fly fishing is an art for life

Then, a single, quiet chime.

Hank raised his sword.

Then he felt rage.

He turned to the nearest soldier, who had just taken off a pair of gag glasses with a fake nose attached.

“NEW CHALLENGER!” the intercom shrieked in a distorted chipmunk voice.

Sanford inspected his massive hook. It had been replaced by a giant inflatable squeaky hammer. He sighed. “Deimos. Shut up and squeak.”

The alert on the Nexus mainframe didn’t scream. It giggled.