"Ahh, this is the life." Sipping on a frosted glass of bug juice, Minimalizard sat back in his tiny lawn chair, soaking up some much-deserved rays of sunlight. He'd spent the whole morning obsessively tidying his minimalistic home ... sweeping up dirt, throwing out trash, and generally cleansing his life of excess.
But suddenly, a shadow fell over his yard. Minimalizard removed his sunglasses in disbelief. "What the ..."
Hundreds of brightly-colored crates loomed in the sky above, plummeting toward his house. They'd almost certainly rearrange his decor - and not a good way.
"Not if I have anything to do with it!" Minimalizard gulped down the rest of his drink and hopped nimbly from his chair. It wasn't going to be easy, but if he had to punch, stomp and shoot every crate from the sky himself, he'd do it.
"Because I ... am ... MINIMALIZARD!"
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