THE DESTRUCTOR restlessly awaits orders from Higher Command. Her eyes dart hither and thither as She contemplates Her next move. Finally, from across the house, Higher Command calls for THE DESTRUCTOR. And THE DESTRUCTOR responds with an immediate stampede toward what She knows to be the cajoling voice of impending mess.
As THE DESTRUCTOR hurtles down the passage at warp speed, innocent bystanders are mindlessly obliterated by an ironic whirlwind of single-minded intent. THE DESTRUCTOR leaves a trail of wreckage in Her wake but casualties are of little consequence when the call of Higher Command propels THE DESTRUCTOR forward.
THE DESTRUCTOR reaches Her destination in record time and awaits further instructions. Higher Command addresses THE DESTRUCTOR as follows: “Building towers is for babies. BUT flinging blocks is a great game for fourteen-month-old little girls who can think of nothing better to do. Start throwing.”
Compliant by nature, THE DESTRUCTOR does not hesitate; She picks up one block and chucks. And then another. And another… and another. As blocks torpedo around the room, THE DESTRUCTOR looks down upon her destruction and emits an almighty chuckle.
But THE DESTRUCTOR is no match for THE BOSS. In the midst of the chaos, THE BOSS arrives… and order is restored.
For the time being…
