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"Moving into the house now," Soap whispered over the comms. He'd His team better provide back up for this. He just KNOWS something horrible is in that house. But he's prepared. Of course he's prepared.
He counted down from 5 in his head before kicking down the door. He quickly scanned the room and slowly raised his rifle.
Suddenly, Soap noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. He quickly swung the weapon around, shouting, "Identify yourself."
A pale woman made of plastic threw her arms up into the air. "Don't shoot. I'm simply here to get my potions." She displayed the armful of LEGO potion bottles held in her plastic arms.
"Ma'am, I must insist you exit the premises," Soap said. "This is no place for a potion maker."
"Oh, but I am no mere potion maker," Lego Eda snarled. "I am the greatest potion maker of all time." She threw her potions at Soap. As they hit him, his body armor started to sizzle and melt.
Soap backed up, ducking around a wall trying to get cover and unclip the armor before the acid burned through to his skin.
To his horror he heard loud clacking- like plastic against the wooden floor. Oddly, however, it didn't *it* didn't appear to be getting closer.
Soap took a cautious look around the corner, and to his horror he saw the thing breakdancing on the floor, moving its joints in ways they should not move to the point they occasionally clipped through her body.
He watched in morbid fascination, until suddenly Lego Eda looked him dead in the eye and clicked forward at the speed of light and Soap died from the sheer swag on the spot.
(RIP to this dude i dont know)