Jet Road

"Now let's—"

Brolin only got that far before an SUV-sized chunk of road crashed into him. His shield flashed up at the last possible moment but the force shot him across the parking lot, straight through a parked car, and into the side of the Dr. Ivan Ooze chiropractor shop. Behind them, the robot stooped, lifted another chunk of road, and hurled it, but this time the aim was way off.

Oscar has to be careful, Gloria thought. He can't hit the Krispy Kreme. Nonetheless, it wouldn't be long before the robot caught up to them.

She wobbled to Brolin. The chunk of road had settled on top of him, it pinned his entire lower body to the chiropractor place. Brolin gripped the chunk with his cybernetic arm and tried to lift, but it only got a few inches before it came back down and he grunted a stoic, manly grunt.

"Ah shit, ah shit ah shit ah shit. Josh—can I call you Josh? Or Mr. Brolin—"

"Cable."

"Right, right, sorry, totally forgot." Gloria flitted about him. She tried—stupidly—to put her hands on the chunk of road and lift, but that of course did nothing. "What do I do, what do I do what do I do?"

- Voeltz Finals