Panel 1:
It's a quiet evening in the city. No Plot Man is sitting on the roof of a rundown apartment building, sipping what's left of his coffee. Below, the streets are unusually clean and peaceful.
Narration Box: "Some heroes fight world-ending threats. Some protect the innocent. And then there's No Plot Man—living proof that even garbage gets a second chance."
No Plot Man (thinking): "Ah, the sweet sound of nothing happening. Maybe I finally get a night off."
Panel 2:
The peaceful night is shattered by an ear-splitting crash. A garbage truck barrels down the street, but it's no ordinary truck. Its headlights glow an eerie green, and the garbage in the back is writhing like it's alive.
No Plot Man (groaning): "Should've known better than to tempt fate."
Panel 3:
He leaps off the roof, landing with a superhero pose (though a bit wobbly). The truck screeches to a halt, and the back hatch bursts open, spewing sentient garbage creatures onto the street. They're made of cans, old pizza boxes, and unidentifiable sludge.
Trash Creature Leader (growling): "Humans! You've discarded us for the last time! Prepare to be… recycled!"
Panel 4:
No Plot Man looks at the trash creatures, unimpressed. He pulls his rubber chicken from his belt, twirling it casually.
No Plot Man: "Recycled? That's your big villain speech? Come on, at least throw in a pun about being biodegradable."
Panel 5:
The trash creatures lunge at him, their gooey limbs flailing. One swings a rotting banana peel like a whip, narrowly missing No Plot Man's face.
No Plot Man (dodging): "Whoa! Someone's composting a grudge!"
Panel 6:
He smacks one of the creatures with his rubber chicken. The creature explodes into a pile of aluminum cans and coffee filters. More trash creatures surround him.
No Plot Man (grinning): "Okay, I've fought clowns and killer coffee machines, but this? This is just insulting."
Panel 7:
The garbage truck itself starts to transform, its metal frame twisting and contorting. It becomes a towering garbage golem, its green headlights glowing like eyes. The trash creatures scatter, making way for their leader.
Garbage Golem: "I am Trash Titan! Humanity's waste has given me life, and now I will return the favor by burying you in filth!"
No Plot Man: "Yeah, I don't do well with boss fights before midnight."
Panel 8:
Trash Titan swings a massive arm made of twisted metal and broken furniture. No Plot Man rolls out of the way, narrowly avoiding getting squashed.
No Plot Man: "Pro tip: skip the big speeches. They just make you a bigger target."
Panel 9:
He grabs a nearby trash can lid and frisbees it at Trash Titan's glowing eyes. The lid clangs against its face, momentarily blinding it.
Trash Titan: "GRAAAHHH! YOU WILL PAY FOR THAT!"
No Plot Man: "Sure, but can I Venmo you? I'm low on cash."
Panel 10:
As Trash Titan flails, No Plot Man spots a lever on the side of the truck, labeled "Emergency Compact Mode." He grins and starts sprinting toward it, dodging swipes from the golem's massive arms.
No Plot Man (thinking): "Every giant monster has a self-destruct button. Thanks, movie logic!"
Panel 11:
Trash Titan notices and roars, sending a wave of trash creatures after him. No Plot Man pulls out a can of air freshener from his belt and sprays it wildly. The creatures recoil in disgust.
Trash Creatures (screaming): "LEMON SCENT! OUR ONE WEAKNESS!"
Panel 12:
With a final leap, No Plot Man slams the lever down. Trash Titan freezes, its glowing eyes flickering as the truck's compacting mechanism kicks in.
Trash Titan: "NOOOOOO—"
The golem is crushed into a neat, compact cube of garbage.
Panel 13:
No Plot Man dusts himself off and leans against the cube, catching his breath.
No Plot Man: "Well, that was a waste of time. Get it? Waste? Never mind."
Panel 14:
The police arrive, sirens blaring. Officers look at the crushed cube and the scattered trash creatures dissolving into harmless debris.
Officer: "Another mess cleaned up, huh? Thanks, No Plot Man."
No Plot Man: "Just doing my civic duty. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a date with a street hot dog."
Panel 15 (final panel):
As No Plot Man walks away, whistling, a shadowy figure watches him from a nearby alley. They hold a clipboard covered in schematics and mutter to themselves.
Shadowy Figure: "He's better than we thought. We'll need to escalate."
Narration Box: "Because for No Plot Man, the trash talk never ends."
To Be Continued…