After all the buildup, the end was somewhat anticlimactic.
As Ice Queen Sally released her built up Anti-Rizz Energy, a beam of icy, invisible frost came out from her hands, and immediately countered the move of the Old Man!!
"What?! No! It can't be...!" The reverend tried in vain to remember a phrase from the book of Original Villain Lines which he had meticulously studied since his Youth, but his mind became blank at the crucial moment, leading him to fall back into the dark pits of genericism.
Indeed, his signature skill honed over many years, The Unholy Spirit, was destroyed in an instant, and, Sally's special technique, Cold Winter, immediately froze him into an unappetising Icypole. Before the eyes of the bewildered school, Reverend Eli clutched his heart with a done-and-dusty cry, and toppled lifelessly off the platform and onto the ground.
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"Someone call an ambulance! I think our Chaplain's just had a heart attack!"
"Someone call the police!"
Shortly after, the ambos and the police arrived.
The police, having recovered from being knocked out by the Reverend, had finally tracked him down.
But at what cost?
Inspector Ross lit an e-cigarette (for the same reasons as Bob's dad Dylan, in this day and age, he couldn't smoke near children due to their risk of inhaling second hand smoke) as they watched the paramedics trundle the dead Reverend - who had a shocked expression on his frozen features - into the ambulance, and swore as he looked up the cheapest petrol prices on his phone.
"Raymonde E. Feist, $9.69 a Litre for Premium Unleaded?! What's the world coming to?"
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Sally sighed in relief. Oh good, he's dead. She thought.
She was going to turn 18 soon, and there was a lot she needed to get done before then.
She flipped through her Nobel-Prize Winning Acceptance Speech for curing incurable cancer, her newest Hollywood movie script, some Anti-Rizz Vitamins, and finally found her trusty Hello Kitty Journal.
"Dear Diary," she wrote.
"Today has been a good day. I'm trying to use my Anti-Rizz to the best of my abilities, but I still haven't found my Prince. I know the Empress has always warned me about the dangers of those with high Rizz Index, but hearing from my girlfriends, who claim to love the feeling of being 'rizzed' by guys, I can't help but wonder what it feels like..."
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Bob of course paid none of this drama much attention, as he was primarily focused on doing his pushups, sit-ups and squats in the Gym. He was going to turn 18 soon, and as a result, he had to make sure he was in prime condition for the next breakthrough.
Old Man Li had given him lots of useful advice.
"You must always first prepare, otherwise beware."
"If it is not wet, then nothing will you get."
"Be the master of your fate, not the master of the bate."
Bob nodded. He understood immediately.
He knew that The Anti-Rizz Shadow Elite Squad ARSES wouldn't let them live so peacefully.
They would certainly try to find an opportunity to try to... 'finish him off', and not in the good way.
However, they had messed with the wrong Bob.
There was no need for them to find him.
He was going to find them.
Tristen, and the rest... they would be dealt with.