[ WP ] SuperVillain whose only target is Scientology .

The man walked up to the police station, yanked the door open, and stomped inside. 
 
 `` Look, I've made several calls about this now and no one has shown up,'' he yelled to the tired looking police officer behind the counter. 
 
 The police officer responded, `` What seems to be the problem?'' in an incredibly bored voice. 
 
 `` Our church has been attacked. Several times. Our equipment has gone missing, people have been beaten, and we're losing parishioners left and right!'' 
 
 `` A church being ransacked? Well, that's not right. We'll get right on it. Tell me, where is your church located?'' the police officer said while standing up, a look of genuine distress on his face. 
 
 `` Thank you! It's on 257 General Blvd,'' the man said. 
 
 The police officer quickly picked up his phone and his finger hovered over the numbered buttons when he stopped and thought hard. `` 257 General Blvd?'' 
 
 `` Yes.'' 
 
 `` That's... those wack-a-doos... right?'' 
 
 `` Certainly not!'' 
 
 `` Yeaaah, yeah yeah. That's those scientist folks, right?'' 
 
 `` If you mean Scientology, yes.'' 
 
 The police officer guffaws, puts the phone back on the receiver and sits back down. 
 
 `` What are you doing?! I demand you send units to our church immediately!'' 
 
 The police officer eyes him angrily. `` Look, we've got real police business to do here, so, sod off!'' He leans back in his chair and picks up a magazine sitting on his desk, flipping through it idly. 
 
 The man walks up to the counter and knocks the magazine out of the officer's hands. `` Are you going to do something, or not?'' he spat in the officer's face. 
 
 `` Oh yeah, I'm gon na do something alright,'' the officer said, standing up with his hand on his gun and reaching behind him for his handcuffs. In a moment, he had the man belly down on the ground with cuffs on each hand. 
 
 `` What are you doing?! You son of a bitch!'' 
 
 `` I'm arresting you.'' 
 
 `` For what? I have rights!'' 
 
 `` For assaulting an officer of the law!'' 
 
 The man spent 24 hours in jail. That night, the fire brigade was called to 257 General Blvd, but instead of putting the fire out, they sat there and roasted marshmallows.
