When life gives you lemons, as for the world while your at it...It wasn't enough that life was going horribly now. But it appears as if the entire world shifted to a 'Pelt Mike with lemons year'.
Everywhere I went, someone chased me, throwing lemons at me. Sometimes they were particularly cruel and shoved lemons into paintball guns. The welts amounted from two to over 50 in one week.
I decided to lock myself in the Garage, and since i'm a engineering major and auto mechanic full time, that was a good thing. Over the span of a few days, I dismantled the cars in the garage, and fashioned for myself, a suit of armor, , and since there was a convient sack of oranges, i fashioned myself a small airgun loaded to bear with oranges. When i went outside, people were waiting for me, but I got the drop on them by firing the first shot.
The first orange impacted Ricky right on the forehead, knocking him from his tree branch perch. Soon the suprise wore off, and the lemon barrage came at me, but I raised my car door shield and kept firing, taking down targets as I went.
After hours of brutul fighting, I finally got to my house, and was able to sleep soundly finally.
(the car armor)
(easy once the creative juices flow)