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“Hand it over, Guy” Beatty said to Montag with a smile, bending down to look at the small furry orange creature standing on a tree stump..
And then Montag set him on fire, pulling the trigger on the flamethrower. Beatty shrieked and rolled on the grass in his green striped suit.
Montag boomed, floating into the air, lifting himself by the ass “I am Guy Montag. I speak for the books. And I'd like to say a few words, if you let me cook YOU! CAPTAIN BEATTY, YOU ARE DESTROYING THE BOOKS! You see that house over there, and the people on the streets, they can’t live here anymore! Too much smoke and not enough freedom!!”
Beatty shriveled into the ground, now a burnt husk. He let out an ashy cough. Guy floated up, gold sparkles everywhere, everyone stared in awe.
But then Guy got hit by a mechanical O’Hare, he flung away into a tree, and his leg got stabbed from its air needle. “Youch!!” he yelped. He then lit the O’Hare on fire.
Guy skedaddle away, his little bean body taking him to the street. He was then hit by a car driven by Grammy Norma going 90 mph. He let out a guttural scream, before rolling around in circles on the floor, with his leg mangled.
He picked himself up by the ass again, before grabbing his hidden books, and spinning away from the crime scene. He left golden sparkles everywhere.