Zypher nervously fiddled with his new weapon, determined not to mess up his first job. The earthly air made his triple lungs flutter, or was it just his growing nerves? He glanced at the stars, hoping to make his distant planet proud. With a sigh, he focused on the task at hand.
Infiltrating the museum, Zypher readied his laser blaster, placing it on lava blast mode with a twist of a knob. He shot at the wall, a fiery ball melting a gigantic hole in it, granting him entry into the building. Spotting two guards, he adjusted the blaster's knob, trapping one in a floating bubble. The second guard trembled at Zypher's blue skin color and his extra limbs.
Changing the knob once again, Zypher shot the second guard, transforming him into a goat. Perplexed, Zypher muttered an apology to the bewildered creature as he patted its head.
Reaching his target—a magnificent amethyst crystal—he switched his laser blaster to the function that cuts glass and grabbed the precious stone with his suction-cupped fingers.
Satisfied, Zypher retraced his steps, reaching his spaceship with ease. Grinning, he soared into the sky, proud of his success as he headed home to his people.
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This was a fun take on the Challenge. Well done!