Re: Flying Pancake

Justin rolled to avoid the next databurst. It was a large blast of
ones and zeroes that fortunately he could see coming. He pulled
Melchwimp to the ground and the blast exploded over the top of them,
scattering gigabytes worth of data over them.
"That was a close one!" Justin said, and peered back over the small
wall to the Krylon that had fired it. He seemed to be turning away.
"Agh, what's this on my leg?"
The data had reformed into small chunks of spam email and were
attacking the bottom of his trouserlegs. Justin stomped at the
erroneous data to make sure it didnt climb up his leg.
"What is this shit?"
"It's a spam weapon." Said Melchwimp. "It's intended to annoy and
distract you whilst the Krylons can get close enough to finish you off
with their HD Knife, or their Blu-ray axe."
Justin stamped more furiously. The data had now transformed into tiny
Africans who were telling him about a huge amount of money they wanted
to transfer to his account. "Get off me, I don't care about your scam!
And no, I don't want any viagra!"
Fortunately Melchwimp transformed into an email filter and deleted them.
"Thanks dude! I've never seen anyone transform as well as you do. I
saw a pet polymorph once but it just turned into a bunny rabbit and a
bouncy ball." Justin said. Melchwimp just shrugged, it was second
nature to him so he didnt see the skill as anything particularly special.
Justin looked over the edge of the building they were on top of.
"You're right, he's coming up the fire escape. Quick turn yourself
into a gun so I can fire you. A bazukoid or something!"
"And fire what?"
"Bullets. Explosive ones. Quick!"
"No!"
"Are you saying you can't?"
"No. I'm saying I don't want to! If I transform into a gun, I also
have to transform into the bullets. Which means you'd be firing my
equivalent of your foot, or finger, or... whatever, at the enemy!"
Justin thought about this. "So?"
"So, I don't want to loose my foot!"
"Well it won't be your foot..."
"No. But it will be part of me. Do you often cut bits of your own body
off and throw them at your enemies?"
"Not in the last..." he checked his watch. "...four months."
"Thats it, you can fight your own war. Bye."
"No wait! I have money remember... for your drug addiction!"
Menchwimp transformed into a scruffy tramp. Maybe this was his real
form, or maybe he was doing it for visual effect. "Okay" he said sullenly.
Justin grinned. "This reminds me of this time I went to a D.A.C
meeting at college."
"What's D.A.C?"
"Cadets Against Dyslexia."
An explosion cut him off. "Look, the Krylon has spotted Jay and the
others. We need to shoot him now!"
"But my foot... or whatever."
"We can get it back."
"Are you seriously suggesting that you fire my foot... or whatever at
a Krylon, and then retrieve it from his lifeless body."
"Don't get squeemish, He's a robot."
The polymorphic Melchwimp sighed and turned into a harpoon gun. "Don't
miss!" The barrel of the gun contorted into lips to tell him.
Justin closed one eye and aimed. The Krylon had climbed up onto the
roof and was now dangerously close to springing on Jay and the other
team members, who were too busy shooting at other enemies to notice.
The sharp harpoon (made of Melchwimp's foot... or whatever) speared
straight through the robot's polycarbon head, making robotic cooling
fluid spray out like blood.
The harpoon however didn't stop, it passed straight through and if it
carried on it's current course the next thing it would hit would be
Jay's leg....
Tag – Does it hit Jays leg?