Spirou et Fantasio
I need a hero
by Rage_engage
Fantasio was in his office, working on his editorial as usual. It was a typical Tuesday for him; he was expecting Bruno to enter in a litany of mumbles and stutters before getting to the point. What he was not expecting was the sudden explosion right outside the building. It couldn’t have been Gaston, as he knew he was sleeping soundly in his cubicle (much to his dismay).