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The following story is a work of fiction. All the Tarzan-related
characters depicted in the story belong to and are copyrighted by the
estate of Edgar Rice Burroughs or their respective owners. I do not own
anything.
Tarzan and the Onbreekbaar (Chapter 3) - ongoing
"Permission to rough Tarzan up, Boss Coy!" Lock bellowed as he stood a few paces away from the unconscious spreadeagled Tarzan.
"Permission granted." Coy answered as he looked back and waited to see Lock and Chain manhandling the defeated jungle champion.
Lock kicked the supine Tarzan to lie on his back as Lock stood over menacingly. Lock stepped on foot on Tarzan's lightly breathing chest and bowed until Lock's face was a foot away from Tarzan's.
"Wake up Tarzan. Wake up Tarzan." Lock backhandedly slapped Tarzan's cheek a couple of times. Tarzan started to stir disoriented at the sharp slaps on his face. "I said wake up, you scum!" Lock shouted loudly, throwing spit on Tarzan's face. Lock lifted the foot stepping on Tarzan's chest and pulled his knee towards his chest. In a crash that shook the floor, Lock devastatingly landed his knee on Tarzan's unflexed stomach!
