The Adventures of Rurik: Part 2

Rurik stood on the edge of a stone rain gutter built into the cathedral. The sun drowned in the cityscape as night neared, illuminating weather worn gargoyles with the slanting rays of dusk.

"I must act now," though Rurik, "there may be no other chance."

He pulled a small device out of his feathers, placed it in the gutter, and pecked madly at it.

Click Click Click Click Click . . .

The ground shook and a nearby McDonald's erupted in flame. Ronald McDonald ran screaming out of the building covered in fire. Apparently his makeup was flammable and Ronald's magic ability to make fun did not protect him from heat damage. Maybe all Ronald McDonalds are vampires.

"That was unexpected," said Rurik. He continued to peck at the small device.
Suddenly, a Killer wale the size of an aircraft carrier with wings popped into existence above the cathedral.

"Aha! That's what I wanted," exclaimed Rurik.