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"I don't care who put it there!" snaps Alfredo Hall, jabbing an angry finger at the tall twisted sculpture near the Shaw Lowell Memorial Fountain. "It's all wrong. It's positively banal. It's ruining this show! I want it out of here!"

The construction worker is losing his patience. "Look, mac, I don't give a rat's naked tuchus what you want. I got a work order right here--" He waves the pink copy in Hall's face. "--telling me an' my boys to put that thing up, and nobody's gonna take it down without another work order!"

"Fine! I'll do it myself!"

"You try that and I'll have the union on your--" He catches sight of the zombies moving in. "Hooooly shit. What kinda crazy show you putting on here? Didn't you know Halloween was last week?"

Alfredo Hall turns and looks. "No! Oh, god, what else could go wrong today? I swear this show is cursed!"

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Alfredo Hall begins banging his fist against the bubble, then winces, dramatically clutching his hand to his chest. His mouth moves, and judging by the increased ruddiness of his complexion, he is very upset.

However, the bubble appears to be soundproof, and the heroes outside cannot hear him.

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The first wave of zombies to enter the park drift (in a parody of a seductive walk) towards the hideous sculpture. The twisted metal needle, covered with splotches of eye-blinding color, becomes the focal point of their attention.

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The tents on the southeastern edge of the Great Lawn quiver, then begin to collapse.

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Hal flies down, nodding to Jade and Vixen as he arrives. "Ring, scan the statue... confirm this is what's drawing the zombies here, please."

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Confirmed, the ring replies.

Panicked screaming can now be heard from the collapsing tents, and the fabric walls are beginning to twist and stretch as those inside try to fight their way out.

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"So GL? What should we do? Blast it into bite-size pieces?"

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"You get the tents! I'll get the statue!"

He lifts the statue up into the air. "The thing's kinda ugly anyway."

And, the baby tucked under his arm, he begins squeezing the statue with green energy, attempting to break it into dust.

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"You got it!" Static zooms over to the tents and lifts the metal poles with his powers, lifting the ersatz buildings upwards.

"Run now!"

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The models, more coordinated than their undead counterparts advancing on the park, continue to scream as they run across the grass, occasionally tripping when their stiletto heels sink into the turf.

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The catwalk-strutting undead continue to flock to the statue, which is beginning to crumble under the forces exerted by the Green Lantern.

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Hal keeps the statue out of their reach, while continuing to exert pressure.

It may have some sort of magic in it, but Hal wants this thing crushed into pebbles. And with his willpower fueling this ring... it will happen.

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The twisted metal groans in protest against the power of the ring, warping almost as if it is alive.

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It isn't alive, however.

Which means he can begin heating it within the shield, attempting to soften the metal as he grinds it to pieces.

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Another distorted squawk of protest from the sculpture, and then it collapses, melting into a pool of technicolor slag.

The zombies begin to move more slowly, the older or more damaged ones dropping in their tracks.

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Static watches as the zombies start dropping.

"So another day, another fashion disaster averted. So...how are we going to get this cleaned up?"