Round Two Lynch: Gotta Geta Gund
You know you get no respect walking around as a life sized bear. Beaker thought things would be different here in the middle of a toy convention. This place seemed ideal for his special talents and to finally do some good for his country. Yet they did not respect him here either. Little kids ran up to him and demanded to have their picture taken with him, older kids would try to trip him to see if they could get the mask to fall off and the adults.... let's not even talk about the adults.
Right now it was a crowd of angry looking adults staring at him. They were blaming him for the deaths of the people at the convention. It was preposterous! Wouldn't someone have seen a bear driving a forklift and thought that a bit strange? Okay, around this place maybe not... but Beaker was saddened to find anti-bear sentiment even here among toy enthusiasts. These people were supposed to be imaginative and young at heart but no, they were judgmental like all the others.
One of them raised a gun and pointed it at him. Beaker held up his paws and backed away. Couldn't they discuss this?
Another gun was raised and then another, it looked like the end of the assembly for the life sized German mascot. He hung his shoulders sadly, there was no way he could run from so many and it seemed that appealing to their humanity would be a waste of time, besides how did you pantomime 'don't kill me. I'm too cute to die'?
The first gun was fired and there was no loud bang. Beaker looked down in disbelief at the stream of liquid he had been shot with. Wait? This was all a joke? He could take a joke! He nodded his head happily and as the others shot him he did his best job of dramatically falling to the ground and pretending to be mortally wounded.
It was then that he realized that his fur was smoking and his skin was burning. Acid... adult games had high stakes and being different from the pack was a difficult thing to bear.
((OOC: I apologize for the pun..There is no excuse but I just couldn't help it.))