Imagine the Lion Tamer Org taking a liking to you.
“Hello, kitty kitty kitty.” The cat meowed. “Come to me!” The cat meowed again, but remained laying. “Come here at once!” Lion Tamer Org cracked his whip.
Peeping from around the corner, you watched this pitiful display. Jindrax and Toxica caught up to you. The cat ran off.
“Hey, wait, I was only kidding!” the Org called after the cat, before tripping off the platform.
“Oh no, how’s this Org going to help me get revenge on the Rangers?” complained Jindrax. “He’s pathetic. He can’t even tame a kitten.”
“Wait, you don’t understand!” defended the tamer. “That kitty was too small for me to tame! I can only tame big animals!”
“Hm,” said Toxica, “we know five big animals you can try and tame.” She giggled, before pulling you in front of her. “Start with a little pussy.”
You didn’t appreciate being used as an incentive. When your superiors left, you were left gazing into a pair of yellow eyes. A lack of pupils didn’t disguise Lion Tamer’s leer.
“So, what are you going to do the Rangers?”
How about I show you? he thought, imagining you on all fours. You wouldn’t be a part of his circus. Lion Tamer Org wouldn’t make a spectacle of you. It’d be nice having a pet. An image of you, naked, straddling his lap, holding onto his horns almost made him forget he was by an alleyway.
He caught you off guard by linking his arm with yours.
“Want a front row seat to the Taming of the Zords?”
