Word count: 169 | Completed: Yes | Style: Knees!

“Stay back! I’ve got patella!” cried Roz, brandishing her formidable knees at the knife-wielding maniac that had just bashed down her door.
“Oh no!” the maniac cried, shying away from her intimidating knees.
“Put that knife down and go give yourself up to the police!” Roz instructed.
“Aww, but –“
“No buts. Do as I say or face my knee’s wrath!”
Defeated, the maniac put his knife on the floor and slunk away to the police station. He didn’t dare contradict the owner of those fearsome knees.

Having such powerful knees was a great asset to Roz. As a child she had been scorned for having weak elbows, shunned from polite company for saggy shoulder blades. But she had shown them all. Deep in her top secret laboratory, she had augmented her knees and transformed her life. Now she had the most powerful knees in the world, and was paid to subdue the most dastardly of villains with her magnificent kneecaps. Life was good for those with powerful knees.

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