While it doesn't take me flying, my multi-colored umbrella still rivals that of Mary Poppins. Besides doing the normal shield-me-from-acid-rain-drops-thing, my umbrella has an alter ego. He is my weapon, my protector of choice. I wield him as I wield a very pointy spear. I've never had to use my umbrella for anything out of the ordinary, but I feel more powerful when it's around. Even when it's sunny.
I have perfected some Kung Fu Panda-esk skills: I can twirl, swing, stab, parry, and block. I wish my younger brother Jojo could see the action. I could totally beat him without even resorting to tickling.
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