The Epic of Rogarth Part Two: Challenge of The Mime.

“Hey…hey buddy.” Jeffery lightly shook the massive shoulders of the man in the crater. He then tried lightly slapping him on the cheek with the back of his hand. This seemed to do the trick.
“YE GODS!” the man cried. Jeffery was blown backwards by the force of the man flying out of the crater. His gloves, badly damaged in the crash, sputtered and sent him flying towards the earth again, this time however he landed on his two feet.
“WHICH OF MY ENEMIES HAS TRAPPED ME IN THIS FORSAKEN LAND!” he spun around quickly, “SHOW YOURSELF TO ROGARTH!” Rogarth held his closed fists in front of him and as he slowly pulled them apart a glowing yellow beam of light appeared between them that turned into a massive sword.
“THERE YOU ARE!” Rogarth charged toward the statue of Mikey the Mime, the official mascot of Bourgeoisie Burgers and promptly sliced its head off with one mighty swoop. The head plopped next to Jeffery’s feet.
“Holy. Poop.” Jeffery wiped the ash from the crater off of his face and handed Rogarth’s damaged helmet back to him.
“FEAR NOT SMALL ONE, THE TYRANT WHO RULED THESE LANDS HAS BEEN SLAIN.” Rogarth took his back his helmet. “ANSWER ME THIS; ARE YOU SKILLED IN THE CRAFT OF REPARING METALS AND WEAPONS, ESPECIALLY THOSE CRAFTED FROM THE IRONS FOUND BENEATH MOUNT ORION?”
Jeffery looked at the massive sword and gauntlets which he could only describe as reaching levels of extreme ass-kickery.
“Oh yeah…totally,” Jeffery could barely set his alarm clock much less repair a cosmic warrior’s gauntlet.
“MY THANKS FOR YOUR ASSITANCE; WHAT IS YOUR TITLE?”
“Uh…Jefferey. Hey no offense but do you think you could lower your voice a bit?”
“’LOWER MY VOICE?’ WHAT KIND OF TYRANNICAL LAND IS THIS? A WARRIOR CAN NOT SPEAK AT HIS PROPER VOICE LEVEL?”
“Hey, hey, hey what the hell is this?!” Jeffery looked behind Rogarth and saw his manager Ted. Ted was an overweight bald man who often suffered from serious delusions of grandeur in his managerial position.
“It must have been some kids sir, it was like that when I came out here.”
“Some kids put a giant smoking hole into the parking lot?” Ted pointed at Rogarth “And who the hell is this weirdo!?”
“I AM CALLED ROGARTH! DESCENDENT OF…” Rogarth suddenly felt dizzy, he clutched the hilt of his sword for support.
“What kinda name is Rogarth?” Ted asked.
“He’s European,” Jeffery quickly answered.
“Oh well that makes sense, what’s the matter with him?”
“It must be…jetlag! Yeah, he’s an exchange student who just got in today so he must be pretty tired so I better get him home.” Jeffery threw Rogarths arm over his shoulder and dragged him back to his house.
“I was better off dragging garbage bags,” he thought to himself.
Ted watched suspiciously as the Jeffery dragged the oddly dressed European home. He breathed a sigh of relief that Jeffery did not bother to ask him why he returned to the restaurant after it had closed. The portly man waddled towards the front door and unlocked it. Once he entered he pressed the buttons on the key pad to turn off the alarm system he then pressed three other digits. The floor beneath slowly began to lower him underground. Once the elevator had reached the bottom Ted’s clothes had changed. He was now wearing a bright red jumpsuit with the letters A.I. embroidered into the left breast pocket. On his face was a fake handlebar mustache which he felt made him look more nefarious and a scar drawn on with eyeliner which he felt created the same nefarious effect.
“Security team! I want the names and addresses of the punk teenagers who made that giant crater in our parking lot!”
“Uh sir, it wasn’t teenagers…it was that guy who left with employee Jeffery.” The security agent played back the video of Rogarth crashing into the pavement.
“My God...gentlemen! The whirly winds of fate of blown a unique opportunity our way, and it is one we must take advantage of immediately! Agent Fredricks! Get me a W-2 form on the double! We’re going to make that flying European the newest weapon of ANARCHY INC.!” Ted opened his cell phone and dialed in a number.
“Yes hello, is Jeffery there? This is his manager Ted…”

TO BE CONTINUED…