Ronald lined himself up for his final putt of the day. When he was sure of his line, he stepped up, took one practice swing, then proceeded with his stroke. It was perfect, he read the line perfectly, and it was going straight in.
Just before it sank though, William Norris snuck onto the green and kicked Ronald's ball off the green and into the sand trap. Ronald exploded into a furious eldritch fireball and soared up into the sky to spot his foe, who was now sneaking away, back into his old, clunky Ford Taurus. Just before he made it back into the car, Ronald descended upon him, and grabbed him by the feet.
William Norris was dragged back onto the course. Grass, dirt, and ants filled his facial orifices, and eventually sand joined the debris as Ronald stepped into the sand trap.
Once again, Ronald aligned himself for his shot. It'd have to be speedy as the sand was melting under his fiery aura. Ronald swung William Norris back, then followed right through the now-glass, making perfect contact with the ball, shredding William Norris' face, and adding even more debris to his facial cavities.
Fortunately, the ball went in, and Ronald ended up scoring only one stroke more than he ought to have. He dropped William Norris on the ground, and left him to smolder. His face looked like a smoking cigar: gnarled and ashen. That's about all he was to Ronald, who had quenched his aura and was now walking back to the clubhouse.
The course manager informed him he'd be charged a fine for littering, to which he replied, "Put it on my account, it was worth it."
Ronald tossed his clubs in the back of his Type A school bus, donned his bus driving hat and vest, and set out to line up with the other school buses before dismissal.
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