Plastic Man: Detroit-to-Angeles

A wondrous super human offers stranger adjective for Earthling fields of securities for safe-distances when challenged by a malicious cat named Sorceress.

Plastic Man (DC Comics) fanfiction. 

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It was a normal day in a normal Western (American Homeland) office, which is where he hear of strange social media tidings about a shape-altering stretchy super human man who called himself Plastic-Man, with this stranger ability to mold and stretch his body and make weapons on the fly like he was completely synthetic (office-friendly).

Well, Plastic-Man was about to get a stranger challenge thanks to a diabolical woman who'd acquired special voodoo-skills using her Ouija board and dark Saturday's Eve meditations about being able to warp the minds of other humans. However, Plastic-Man was simply agile enough to frustrate her (ha). This was Facebook-like.

SORCERESS: "We'll see if that stretchy synthesis-man foils my view for Earthling Hell with my corner-pockets badness for unwrapping the optimistic rhetoric of Western journal image for antiterrorism qualia (for the Ego)."

PLASTIC-MAN: "So our lady of darkness needs orange quality at the Inn (Boston)."

Fortunately, friends, a very dutiful American journal-writer named Amlan Satan came to the rescue of audiences thrilled but fearful; we all wondered if Plastic-Man would de-magnetize the horrid rings of bad field goals cast by the calculating Sorceress...in Boston-town!

Did Plastic-Man win? What do you think? Well, the Sorceress certainly proved to be more than simply a comic flash. She proved to be a terrorist-changeling from Hell (damn). However, our shielded journal-writer, Mr. Amlan Satan continue to cast this challenge within the frames and field goals of Earthling shocks...perhaps for social media shampoo (hearsay).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)