Bunion Man

    "Let go of my purse you hooligan!" the old lady cried as her attacker attempted to snatch her handbag.

    "Give it up old lady! Hand over the purse and I'll spare your ankles" the thief yelled back.

    "But I have pictures of my grandchildren in here! You can't have the pictures of my dear sweet grandchildren"

    "Heh heh too bad you old bag, now hand. it. ngh. . . over!" The thief gave one final tug and pulled the purse free from the old lady's clutches.

    "Nooo! the photos of my dear sweet grandchildren. Can someone please stop him!"

    "Have no fear! Ow! For Bunion Man is here! Ow!" Bunion Man could be heard yelling from the block over.

    "Oh, Bunion Man, thank goodness you're here! Please, stop that attacker!"

    "Of course, little old lady! You there, attacker, release that purse or feel the foot of justice in your face!" Bunion Man shouted at the attacker.

    A brief glimpse backward is all the attacker gave Bunion Man and so decided his fate. Bunion Man bounded toward the attacker, pain shooting through his feet with every step. But he reached the attacker, and when he did, he roundhouse-kicked the attacker, landing his bunion of justice right in the face. The purse flew up from the attacker's hands, and the old lady caught it. After she thanked Bunion Man, she whacked the thief in the face with the purse, then went on her way. Bunion Man proceeded onward to his next calling, while the attacked laid there thinking about his life choices.