For this one, you must persuade a brilliant scientist to help you counter-attack her bastardized creation.
THE CRAWLING CAPE (any gender, mid-teens through late life)
I'll make something clear, Dr. Quandt. I have no intention of hurting you. If you don't want to assist the war of the ants? I will leave you be. Well. Not completely. No I cannot promise to completely leave you be. Before I go... I may insist that you give me... an autograph. It would be such an honor.
You're never the one asked for an autograph, are you? The Crawling Cape never mentions you to the press. The suit of ants? Well, it just descended on him! Right? He was cursed by having his body covered with black ants.
But-- yes, oh, yes-- he turned that curse around just by will power. That's what they say, right?
Now because of HIS work, he can use the suit to slither his way through tight spaces. HE gave the suit the ability to shoot black ants into the eyes of enemies. HE is the ant whisperer and now all countries bow down to his power, lest all the other ants of the world descend upon them. It's all him. The Crawling Cape. Him, him, HIM.
What a crock.
There is one person who trained those magical ants before they turned a washed out musician into the Crawling Cape. The person behind that miracle is Dr. Lexie Quandt.
Lexie, The Crawling Cape not only has too much publicity but he has too much power. He must be stopped. You know it. I know it. We need to put the power back in the hands of the common people. The common people and perhaps the scientists, like you.
Needless to say, I've been following your latest research. Something to do with FIRE ants? If I were to have a suit of those, the Crawling Cape wouldn't stand a chance. And do you know what I'd call myself, Dr. Quandt? The Quandtom Cape!
Copyright 2016 by Matt Haynes.
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