The continuing saga of Strokes Neckbeard.

The continuing saga of Strokes Neckbeard.
Savior of the seven seas.

We join our hero, Strokes Neckbeard in his bedroom. His girlfriend Boobs MacGuffin is finishing up her shower...

...Just then Fragile Glassjaw bursts into the room.

"Oh my god, boobs!"

"Hey, how did he know my name?" Asked Boobs MacGuffin.

Strokes pointed at her chest. "I think he was referring to those." Strokes turned to Fragile. "Damnit Fragile, what the hell are you doing in my bedroom?"

Fragile rushed Strokes and sucker punched him in the neck. Strokes began to cough and choke and attempted to sputter an obscenity at Fragile, who stood there laughing and pointing.

When Strokes regained his composure he shouted at Boobs to "Cover yourself for God's sake." Fragile took that opportunity to kick Strokes when he was down.

The location of that kick prompted a protest from Boobs MacGuffin. "Hey, I need that!"

"Shut up and cover yourself will ya," said Strokes.

Boobs took the stolen hotel towel she was wearing around the waist and moved it up to cover her chest. However, since this was a hotel towel, she uncovered something else. Fragile's jaw dropped. He stood there like a gaping idiot. Strokes seized the opportunity and punched Fragile in the gut, then introduced his knee to Fragile's face. Fragile fell to the ground unconscious.

Strokes Neckbeard

My writing partner IM'ed me with a single line describing an action. "*strokes neckbeard*" I turned it into some corny, but fun, flash fiction. Who knows, perhaps there is a story line here.

We find our hero, Strokes Neckbeard bound hand and foot by the nefarious villian Fragile Glassjaw.

"So, you thought you could just blow up my ship and get away with it, eh Neckbeard? What, no snappy retort from the great Strokes Neckbeard, the savior of the seven seas? I confess myself dissapointed," said Fragile.

"I thought it might be better to answer you with my fist."

"And just how do you plan to do that?"

"Well, I found a nail that was not quite pounded down over here, and I've been working on my ropes for the last few hours." Suddenly Strokes sprang forward and landed a blow to Fragile's jaw.

Fragile immediately coughed up some blood and teeth. "You broke my friggin jaw!"

Strokes shook his hand in the air as if to shake off the hurt. "Serves you right Glassjaw. You're busted."

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