Upon the stormy pedestal hovered the powerful Thunderbean. Lance Flatu approached it from the winding stairs below. He'd been chosen by the Stormflatus, the governing body of the Windblown people, to consume the Thunderbean. It's the only way they could defend themselves from the Fragrant Fiend invasion.
Lance stood before the Thunderbean, said the windy words, and was granted wind passage. The chosen Windblown grasped the mighty bean, and in one bite, consumed it and all the power it contained. Immediately, lighting struck him from the maelstrom above, and Lance began sparking from storm power.
The Fragrant Fiends were charging with their full might by now, and Lance had not a moment left to spare. He channeled his energy and shot off from the peak with an electric toot, and landed in the middle of the enemy, sending them flying backwards with a thunderclap.
They cowered before him at seeing his awesome power, and all but the strongest of them refused to flee. For the remaining, Lance once again channeled his energy, and then released a flatus of furry, knocking the wind from their lungs and out their rears. They lay there quaking, and once they could get a breath, the stood up and fled.
The Windblown people were safe, free from the Fragrant Feinds for some time. They named Lance their champion, and he remained among them, keeping them safe from enemies, allowing their people to flourish and advance as a civilization. To this day, the legend of Lance the Whirlwind Toot is known throughout the world, and none dare to challenge the Windblown, lest they bring Lance's fury upon them.
Lance stood before the Thunderbean, said the windy words, and was granted wind passage. The chosen Windblown grasped the mighty bean, and in one bite, consumed it and all the power it contained. Immediately, lighting struck him from the maelstrom above, and Lance began sparking from storm power.
The Fragrant Fiends were charging with their full might by now, and Lance had not a moment left to spare. He channeled his energy and shot off from the peak with an electric toot, and landed in the middle of the enemy, sending them flying backwards with a thunderclap.
They cowered before him at seeing his awesome power, and all but the strongest of them refused to flee. For the remaining, Lance once again channeled his energy, and then released a flatus of furry, knocking the wind from their lungs and out their rears. They lay there quaking, and once they could get a breath, the stood up and fled.
The Windblown people were safe, free from the Fragrant Feinds for some time. They named Lance their champion, and he remained among them, keeping them safe from enemies, allowing their people to flourish and advance as a civilization. To this day, the legend of Lance the Whirlwind Toot is known throughout the world, and none dare to challenge the Windblown, lest they bring Lance's fury upon them.
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