Got my left index fingertip clacked between one and its keeper.
No real damage done, but it sure "refreshed" me.
Don't drink when shooting.
Don't handle neos when you're tired.
Can't spell knee-oh-dim-ee-um.
Or whatever.
Drive magnet and a hunka iron I use as a keeper.
Wool-gathering while rinsing fingertip in cold water.
Lemons into lemonade. Germ of a comic science-fantasy story.
Impact of strong magnet turns finger into a lightning-bolt and paralyzing-ray thrower.
No weirder than bites by radioactive spiders, eh?
On discovering this new-found power I go around righting wrongs, stopping crimes, destroying incoming asteroids, curing all manner of ills, finally dating Commissioner Gordo's daughter, and Doing Good In General.
DGIG.
Yeah, that's the ticket.
And my somewhat flaky sidekick, Bluebird, resents the daughter.
I wish he's stop that "Gee whillikers, Fingerman!" all the time.
Cold water feels good. Finger getting nice and numb.
But just when I need it most, a nearby lightning bolt de-energizes ray-throwing finger and I have to extricate myself from the problem by drawing my EDC.
Well, I can still stop crimes with the still-functioning trigger finger, too, yes?
I wonder if the nail will turn blue as I dry off my finger.
Stopped hurting.
Started laughing.
I gotta watch it with those damned neos.
Fingerman, 230RN
