Story #4

Harold blasted through office doors and down the sidewalk half a block towards his parked two-door coupe. He hurriedly dug around in his pants pockets for loose change. One quarter is all he needed. One quarter is exactly what Garvinel: Defender of Parking Meters was holding as he stood next to Harold's car. "It'll never happen again," Harold pleaded. "You are correct," Garvinel responded, "It shall never." Garvinel lifted his blade and chopped Harold in two. He dropped the quarter in the meter and patted it like a child.