20th Resurrection - Bad Fad

[Theo's been seeing injured people throughout the neighborhood, and listening to phone calls of people yelling and crying about getting hurt as a result of this whole sudden boxtop craze. He can't help but be a giant jackass towards all of you, like usual.]

You

people

are

idiots!

Did you honestly think nothing would happen? That it would be so easy? Are you all that naive? You deserve anything that they dish out then.

Enjoy your missing limbs!

[There's some nasty laughter before he hangs up.]


[Theo flips through his booklet again, giving it an angry look, before tossing it in the trash.]

They think they're so fucking funny. What good are half of these here?

[Theo's list went something like this, not that it means much to anyone here:
20 boxtops - Supply of magical components
50 boxtops - Entrance to magic guild of choice
100 boxtrops - mentorship with master spellcaster
1000 boxtops - friends]