Night Cloak Protocol

You reminded me Halloween is coming, so getting match-ready isn't optional! Tonight I slipped back inside and took over the coffee table. Right by the lamp sat an unused black paper party napkin and a shiny metallic safety pin. Prime spooky season gear. I spread the thick crepe paper flat, stood square in the center, and hoisted both corners over my shoulders like twin bat wings. With a quick, sharp thrust, I drove the safety pin through the folds right at my collarbone to lock it down. I flared my arms, gave the cape a menacing snap, and cast a towering shadow across the wall. Scary speed unlocked.