"You may remember me. I am the graffiti artist you called the cops
on. I spent 5 months community service because of you. Now it's your
turn. I am Art Master Zed. I'm sure you remember the "Z's" I painted
on your apartment house. Heh, heh. In addition to graffiti art, I
also do found art. That's where an artist collects things, trash,
rocks, junk and toys and combines them to make cool sculptures and
collages. I just found you, and you're going to be part of my art," he
says grabbing you with a nitrile gloved hand.
"Wait. You don't want to do this, Zed. I mean you got 5 months for
vandalism. This is kidnapping and the penalties for -" you start to
explain.
"You cannot kidnap an action figure. Anyone who sees you now will
insist you're not a person but only a plastic toy. You have no
rights. There is no crime that can be committed against you, because
you are now an it. Oh, and don't worry, I'm the only one who can hear
you."
"Now let's discuss my artistic options. I could partially melt you,
or maybe disassemble you. The last action figure I did, I sanded and
painted to make a custom bust of the new Green Lantern. So maybe I'll
do that to you. You don't have the chest for a Superman or Batman,
but a little Bondo and paint will take care of that. And of course,
my artwork is G-rated, so your little prick will have to be filed off.
I'm curious to find out if it hurts or if it's like a really intense
masturbation job. In which case you may get off on becoming an
eunuch."
He laughed. You struggle in his hands. There has to be way out.
Doesn't there? Maybe being living art won't be so bad?