Inside, Pixie would fine a very, perhaps impossibly, fat man, chugging down a beer, his eyes fixed on the scene of the small bar TV. The other patrons had either fled in terror or were cowering beneath tables before the mutant known as the Blob.
He threw the empty bottle at the TV, narrowly missing and shattering glass everywhere.
"Kill the Ump!" he growled. "What kinda call was that!"
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