It begins

I was putting the trash in the dumpster behind my apartment building when Prince turned up and said,

Did you see that?

See what?

Three guys just dumped a milkshake in that convertible. He pointed to the street in front of the building where a long white convertible was parked.

What guys?

They just walked by. Let's get them.

Did they really do it?

I saw them.

Alright.

Prince motioned me to his motorcycle, which isn't a motorcycle anymore it's a spaceship. We didn't really need to fly if the shake dumpers were on foot but Prince was pretty excited and you could tell he'd sort of taken charge of the situation. He velcroed me in and we flew off down the alley and down the street.

There they are!

Prince parked, slid down the nose of the spaceship and came to a stop right in front of the three shake dumpers. I hurried out of the velcro and had Prince's back just when he started in on them:

Did you dump a milkshake into the convertible back there?

Yeah, what's it to you little man?

And then Prince, this is hard to describe, but Prince, what he did was, he like floated in the air in front of the doofus, hovered like a hummingbird or like he was his own spaceship and slapped the doofus at hyper speed. He like spackled the dude and the dude was dazed. The other two bozos made a start but I stepped and gave them a look like, Yo, my man Prince is exacting justice. Step off. And they did but I'm pretty sure it was more to do with they didn't want to get spackled than because of my steppin'.

Justice exacted, Prince flew me back to my apartment.

We wasted those guys!

I'll roll with you any time, Prince.

He winked and said, I'll see you around. Then he flew off.

His words wafted after he flew away, lingered there in the air, a whelming mist that lifted me off my feet, literally lifted me off my feet and transported me to the roof of my apartment where I waited for further instruction.