Your father, of course!

"Hey sport!" Sam's father Ben said loudly as he walked into his sons bedroom. "Dad, I'm twenty. You don't need to call me sport anymore," Sam replied, chuckling and rolling his eyes.

Sam always had admiration for his father. When Sam's mother passed away when he was a child, Ben took it upon himself to do everything he could for his son. Working two jobs to put food on the table, taking his son to sports games and band performances at school.

Sam quickly eyed his newest purchase and raised his hands. Ben smiled as he grabbed the gun. "Stereotype gun, eh? Is this another toy you bought?" he asked. Sam looked down and nodded as Ben continued to scan the gun further. "Scan and shoot...maybe you can shoot me with it. It's just a toy so what's the harm?" Ben chuckled.

Ben gestured for Sam to stand up. Sam obliged, grabbing the gun and looking at his father. He closed his eyes and thought of a stereotype. The gun soon came to life, shooting a beam of white light and engulfing Ben in it. I didn't notice it but he was transforming. He wouldn't be himself. He would be a new stereotype.