A Hollow Threat

"I will destroy you." Big words from afar. I found a cast-aside metal beverage can resting crushed on a flat stone table in the dark pavilion. Hollow aluminum, folded in on itself like a collapsed shell. I planted one sandal firmly against its dented rim, tested the metal's remaining give, and drove my heel downward with a single, deliberate stomp. It flattened into a dead disc beneath my weight with a sharp, echoing snap. If that is your challenge, try harder next time.