Sandman: Agency-of-Qwerty (Part 1)

Villainous genetically-transformed super villain Sandman is dared by an affable travel-agency (American) genius he threatens (trilogy).

Sandman (Marvel Comics) 3-part fanfiction to kick-off your Thanksgiving weekend. Thanks for reading! 

DISCLAIMER: This work of comics fanfiction offers no commercial/explicit ties to Marvel and is (therefore) cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/translations).

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No one knew Sandman was just an escaped-convict from jail who was mutated in a field test (laser-DNA experiment with dirt and plants) that rendered him as an abominable 'sand-man' composed entirely of sand-grains and capable of shape-shifting and making on-the-fly weapons of density composed entirely of sand! Sandman still had the ability to wander around the Blue-Planet as the former humanoid self he was, Mr. Marko, but no one knew this. Escaped from incarceration, Mr. Marko had to wear mustaches and wigs and beards to evade detection overground from trackers (ok). However, as the Sandman of chameleon-evil and density-toughness, he wanted a terrorism-cleat for all things of modern electric-network reliability cyber-culture knowledge of lifestyle...and capitalism (wow).

AMLAN: I got this weirdest prank-email from a guy at my travel-office, wife.

DANICA: I'm prepping for my bowling-tourney with my ladies'-club; can't deal!

AMLAN: This is truly bad, wife...some weirdo claims he's made entirely of sand.

DANICA: What?
AMLAN: He wants to make some 'dangerous-liaison' with some hacker for a virus.

DANICA: Net-virus make for travel-computing access disruption/paranoia, hubby?

AMLAN: Claims it's as 'funny' as mobile-phones signal loss on 9/11 in NYC, wife.

DANICA: What the Hell does he want with us, man?

AMLAN: I'm gonna play a laser-track race video-game challenge with this trickster.

DANICA: What if he isn't lying, hubby?

AMLAN: Well, I think he just wants dare-proof that Americans like know-mind.

DANICA: Facebook-like (be careful).

Well, Amlan/Danica, 'careful' American bureaucrats and workers of the Blue-Planet, of a modern world of electronic-communications and cyber-culture convenience lifestyle things, got a stranger prank/terror email from Sandman about working with a devious hacker to design a giant net-virus directed directly at travel-office computers/services for net-vertigo for a mischievous dance (damn). However, Amlan had a nice citizenry-humble patriot-reaction 'method-hype' to retort to the Sandman by proposing a special online laser-bike race-track game challenge to see if his terrorism-cyber sarcasm/nihilism matched some acrobat-grids and maze-runner contest high-fives (ha). Sandman accepted the Homeland challenge (for the Ego).

SANDMAN: You're quite the hero, Amlan.

AMLAN: I've got a laser-bike race-track video-game prototype model from friend.

SANDMAN: A public/online laser-bikes race contest for social (media?) comment.

AMLAN: Can you handle it...Sandman?

SANDMAN: Fool, what if I told you I'm a Martian composed entirely of sand?

AMLAN: Well, then I'd retort you had this coordination-chance to prove grids-art.

SANDMAN: I guess my online 'persona' (for prestige) could handle a social-dare!

AMLAN: Good, we'll start-off this (public?) video-game grid 'heroics' Thanksgiving.

SANDMAN: Selfie-like (fair for fare), prince.

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)