An Old Shoe!? (Gran)

Jack paced Quinn's room... Back... and forth... Back... and forth. He looked at the well worn, slightly pungent shoe on the table and the opened box next to it... Psh... Just looking at it made his heroic heart burn with a passion that he had not felt sense that guy on the streets with the three cups... "Hey! Wanna win a new car? Just find the keys under the cups and it's yours! 20 bucks and you can play!" How could he pass that up! Even after ten tries he would still come out ahead if he one once!... Ten trys later he was out 200 and found out the new car was a MatchBox toy car... Well.. He wasn't really out the money sense he came back later to get it back in a friendly duel... With swords... That he won by the way!

But that was besides the point! Jack had seen this raffle online and just couldn't help but put the last of his VC towards it. A skill card?... A SKILL CARD!? That was worth just about the world to Jack... Cus... even though he didn't like to admit it... like at all... He was ashamed of being, in his words, "The weakest of the Personangers, and a disgrace to Red Rangers through all time." ... but then... the shoe... He got sent the shoe... No... No he was not going to stand for this! He had to give someone a piece of his mind! He was set on ether setting things straight or ruin someone's day trying... So after a day of searching online he finely found the number for the guy who had set this whole thing up and by Zordon... He was gunna give him a piece of his mind...

Jack glared at the shoe as he punched last number into his phone and held it up to his ear...