Shadow's Talk (Part 3)

The great vigilante Shadow tackles the nemesis Professor-Pyg for an Autumn-'26 NFL-disaster potential energy making for Earthling 'expression' of doubt/quiet (fanfic-trilogy).

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The Shadow was now waiting in the parking-lot of the Autumn-'26 NFL-field stadium for the game that the terrorist-maniac Professor Pyg would send his minions to place bombs and acid for bad languages of paranoia, waiting for the ghouls with his very great purple-stone magic power ring of hypnosis wave-energy, ready to disorient their 'liar-game' of football vertigo for bad TV wiring in the 21st-Century (Facebook-like).

PROFESSOR-PYG: See I text you on your handy-dandy phone pre-game, Shadow.

SHADOW: I appreciate this pre-battle text session, awaiting your ghouls, Pyg.

PROFESSOR-PYG: Look, I explained my IQ concerned football video-game image!
SHADOW: Sure, Professor...you like human/robot combinatorics for mad-fear.

PROFESSOR-PYG: Can you deny football video-games have become Earth-rave?

SHADOW: No, and I know I, the Shadow, never lie about things...fitness (for IQ).

PROFESSOR-PYG: Well, let's see what you do to drown-out my acid/bombs, ha.

SHADOW: Your method of cyber-fear make is what I counter by social theater!

PROFESSOR-PYG: You're a conundrum, Shadow...and you wield Liar-paradox arm.

SHADOW: "Every statement is incomplete"...except the one for synthesis (ha).

Well, the great masked/half-invisible hero vigilante Shadow had waited for and did meet (but not 'greet') the minions of the pig-mask wearing animatronics maniac of things living/dead/ feared, the hideous Professor Pyg, in the parking-lot of the Autumn-'26 season NFL-field stadium for the game when acid/bombs would be placed for anti-institutionalism (damn). The Shadow immediately disoriented the Pyg-ghouls with hypnosis pre-tranquilization and drove their van, the very-same 'theater-fan' van they drove to the game/stadium-lot, to the edge of the cliffs by a Cali-Homeland science-building where the evil Professor (Pyg) would collect them for humility (Selfie-like).

WAITRESS: Chicken-pie for our newest returning customer, friend?

SHADOW: Thanx (Selfie-like).

WAITRESS: Word's Shadow's deed at the NFL-stadium was pure genius (wow).

SHADOW: Shadow knows everything, lady (ha).

WAITRESS: You ever meet the Shadow, friend?

SHADOW: Let's say I follow the Shadow...with cyber-study...of mortal escapism.

WAITRESS: Cool (Selfie-like).

THE END

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