And deadline... Majority is on Table Saw.
Off with his head!
But wait... A feather falls from the skies. A tiny crack in the dense blanket of clouds gives way to a beam of light, illuminating the feather as it pirouettes downward. A melody plays.
Lord Rufflet peaks their face through the clouds and slowly transcends towards the earth.
"Table Saw?" the angelic bird speaks.
Table Saw looks up, tears in his eyes. The shadow of the descending bird blocks the man's face from being seen by the others, but that doesn't matter much since everyone's gaze is grabbed upward at the majestic sight before them. His palms sweat and he squeaks out a reply, "It is I, Table Saw."
"Do you know why I am here, troubled one?"
"I... I am... weak," says Table Saw, trailing off. He averts his gaze and stares at his shoes.
Lord Rufflet glides like a floating bubble and lands upon Table Saw's head. The bird lovingly pecks at Table Saw's hair for a few moments before replying, "You are not weak, for I am with you now. You've done well to get this far. With enough faith... you can overcome this. My child, you might be the destined, blood thirsty pay-to-slay mafia goon winner that I am looking for. I will nourish your soul. The final steps, however, are up to you."
Lord Rufflet leaves Table Saw's head and turns away, looking back up to the crack in the sky(e). But before floating back up to their domain, the sacred bird turns around and hugs Table Saw tenderly with its wings. With a knowing nod of the head, Lord Rufflet turns away and flies unimpeded to the sky.
Table Saw falls to his knees. A gold glow faintly surrounds his body where Lord Rufflet had hugged him. He looks up in awe as his savior ascends.
The moment that the bird disappeared into the clouds once more, a thunderous roar booms across the town.
"YOU SHALL NOT KILL TABLE SAW AT THIS TIME!"
No one dares to disobey Lord Rufflet.
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