Glassman was sat opposite his teammate, the Burrower, whom was busy throwing up in a sick bag. The mission was to go find Dr Acid lair and seek out his old team mates. He was the only one who had previously beaten Dr Acid and could save them (plus the government was going to clean up some ‘monkey business’ that happened a while ago). The only issue was that the mission seemed impossible.
Dr Acid was operating on an island with an active volcano, however to cover up his activities he had built a theme park on the island as bonus revenue. ‘Sockoworld’ the world only sock puppet themed adventure experience; it promised rides such as the ‘NOM NOM’ ride and the ‘Pool of socks.’
When they landed, Glassman looked at the large stitched sign that welcomed guest in.
‘Who the hell would go to sock theme park?’ he said.
‘Oh my wife and I bought a family season pass,’ said the Burrower. ‘We come out here about two or three times a year with the kids and her mother. We all think it’s wonderful.’
‘Wait Burrower you have kids?’
‘Yeah.’
‘But you’re a terrible villain, how have you been able to support them?’
‘I do a job share as a systems analyst.’
‘Really?’
‘Yeah, also their holiday scheme is actually accumulative. I’ve not missed a day of work in seventeen years… if I keep this up I can retire five years earlier.’
‘Wow your company sounds awesome… have they got any opening?’
Before they could speak a man wearing a giant sock appeared in front of them.
‘Welcome to Sockoland, I’m Socko your best friend. Do you want a snuggle hug?’
‘No piss off,’ said Glassman. ‘We need to speak to your boss.’
‘My manager on his break right now sir…’
‘Oh… oh…Socko… I want I picture of you in my costume,’ said the Burrower. ‘I’ve never been able to be the Burrower while at Socko land.’
Glassman was forced to take part in various sock puppet themed activities to the delight of the Burrower. They eventually made their way to ‘The washing machine’. Glassman was drilled information during the queue by the Burrower about how it would spin you around, then fill up with water and foam before a final spin to dress out your clothes.
When it was their turn, the pair were strapped into their seats before the door was closed.
‘Hey… how many people fit onto this?’ asked Glassman.
‘Oh 200,’ replied the Burrower.
‘Then why are we the only two on it?’
The ride then began.
‘Oh bollocks!’ he shouted.
The pair were sucked into the drain and were washed away. They landed with a thud in front of a man in a lab coat. It was none other than Dr Acid; he had glowing green veins and yellow eyes.
‘Welcome Glassman,’ he hissed.
‘Why didn’t you just drown us?’ asked Glassman.
‘What?’
‘Why didn’t you just drown us both up there… what’s the point of going through this drama?’
‘Honestly, it for insurance reasons. Every person that disappeared or dies on a ride causes a massive amount of paperwork. Its better I kill you both and leave you behind the children’s puppet theatre later this afternoon with needles in your arms. And before you ask yes… we do have a drug problem here at Sockoland… I don’t know why drug addicts are attracted here, they just are.’
‘I don’t give a shit about your theme park, where the hell is my old team? Are dead or not, I just want to find out so I can get off this crappy island?’
‘Oh Glassman why so rushed don’t you want to see if we still have… chemistry?’
‘No.’
‘Oh come on don’t be so upset, you’ve yet to feel my… acid tongue.’
‘No not doing this.’
‘You don’t have any glass puns for me? Come on buddy, this is what we do.’
‘Okay how about this… let me just clear my throat. If you don’t tell me where my friends are I will take a dildo make of razor glass, run it in and out your anus as it spins into your stomach and then out your throat. I will then draw in back through into your lower intestines and make it shatter into a thousand pieces. Assuming blood lost hasn’t killed you, I will make those pieces explode into more shards, rebuild them into the shape of a badger that will burst from your guts and rip you apart. How do you feel about that Dr Acid… how the fuck do you feel about that!?’
Everyone went quiet.
‘What happened?’ asked Dr Acid. ‘We had a bit of respect for each other. It was a fun time.’
‘It wasn’t fun for me! I fucking hated being a hero! Now all I want is to be left the fuck alone and everyone keeps demanding my help!’ screamed Glassman. ‘If I don’t save these arseholes I’ll never be at peace. I don’t want to do this anymore Dr Acid alright… I just want to go home. Burrower, glass me so I can end this shit.’
‘I don’t have any glass, I thought you’d bring you own along,’ said the Burrower.
‘And the day just gets better!’
The room was absent of anything that could be made of glass; nothing but rock, metal, rubber and paper.
‘A laboratory with no glass… genius isn’t it,’ said Dr Acid. ‘But only second to my greatest invention… the Sockosaurus!’
‘Before you unleash this thing… what with the sock obsession man. Is it like a foot fetish thing? Just help me out here,’ said Glassman, ‘I just don’t get it. Anyone… anyone?’
‘My wife and I enjoy role playing with stockings… but not socks,’ said the Burrower.
‘No you should have paid more attention to my origin story,’ said Dr Acid. ‘Now kill them my beast.’
There was clunk and a screech from the darkness behind the misfit pair.