"AH! N-no, please! I'm scared, I dont want this!" The little boy pleaded, terrified. But it was too late. The circumcsion clamp had already been secured.
"Heh, heh, heh!" Dr.Chaim Shekelstein cackled. "This shall make a fine addition to my goyskin collection."
Just as the first incision was about to be made, the door to the operating room burst open. Dr.Shekelstein wheeled around, scalpel still in hand, and beheld a monolith of a man. Standing at nearly 3 meters, with golden blonde hair, ice blue eyes, and the widest lats ever seen, the man towered over the doctor.
"What are you doing here? You arent one of the Chosen people." Dr.Shekelstein spat, beady brown eyes narrowing in disgust. "Have you forgotten about the six million? Or are you an anti-sem-"
Dr.Shekelsteins rambling was cut short by the mysterious man, who had closed the gap between them in 3 strides, grabbed the doctor by his throat, and ripped out his windpipe.
For a few seconds, Dr.Shekelstein pathetically squirmed in his own blood that was pooling around him on the ground, before gracelessly expiring.
The enigmatic man carefully and swiftly undid the circumcsion clamp on the boy, before releasing him from his restraints and reclothing him.
Gently, he picked up the boy, who was now overcome with a sense of wonderment towards his newfound hero, before taking him out of the hospital room and returning him to his mother.
"My baby!" The boys mother shouted. "I had no idea where the hospital took you, I was so worried."
"Theres nothing to worry about now, ma'am." Our hero replied. "Just be sure to be more mindful in the future; there are a lot of dangerous folks running around these days."
As the hero with a dorito-shaped back explained what the hospital had been trying to do with her son, the woman asked to know his name.
"My name? You can call me...Captain Celtae."
The End