Ah the festival. Full of fun things and fun people. Well, not for Rumble. He thought everyone there were jerks. Jerks manning the stalls, providing security, even cleaning out the lavatories (not that he ever needed to use them). Sure, there were plenty of things for him to have fun destroying, but apparently people didn't like that. When he tried using his piledrivers to smash the other cars in the dodgems ride, the attendant asked him to leave. Of course, rather than leave politely he shoved her down and fled. Of course, that had been an accident. He had only meant to push her out of the way. Of course, he forgot how weak the locals were here. Jerks, what did they think they were doing by being so weak?

Now he found himself standing in front of the strongman game. It was a simple little contraption that was supposed to register how strong the user was. It sounded like fun to Rumble. After waiting for the other jerks in line in front of them (all of them sizable human males trying to impress their mates) he finally had his chance. Rather than use the provided hammer, he pulled out his trusty piledrivers and slammed one of them down on the pad where normally the hammer was supposed to strike.

"Prepare to crumble, before Rumble!"

With the insane weight from the blow, the machine literally broke. The arm broke off the base and sent the puck flying towards the bell. However, rather than stop like it should have, it was going so fast that it could be compared to an armor piercing round. With little effort it made a hole in the bell instead of ringing it, and the puck went flying up into the dark sky.

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Frank was having a fairly nice time at the carnival. His wife and children really seemed to enjoy it, taking part in numerous rides. Currently they were on the chair swing, which he backed down on. So he found himself waiting on a bench for the ride to end and his family to return. It was about then that he noticed some sort of blur flying overhead. He just assumed it was a bird or a bat flustered by fireworks. Then it impacted his leg. Pain shot through his body as the puck bounced off and landed on the other side of the bench, and he was forced to shout the first thing that came to his mind.


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[b]"MY LEG!!!"[/b]

Rumble gave a sheepish look to the other people there. The attendant seemed to be pissed, while the other men were giving looks of envy. Perhaps he should have just used the hammer like he was supposed to? Oh well. He soon fled before security could be called and take him in or make him leave.