[The psychic is too busy cackling at his handiwork to notice the thief's interference... That is until he's covered in ketchup. He turns around, his unpatched eye suddenly burning red... somehow, along with his hair and his clothes. Even his skin tone has changed from tannish-brown to a furious orange. The ketchup is starting to practically boil off of him.]
YOU--!!
[That's it. Playtime's over, buster. With telekinesis, Bill levitates all the forks and knives off the tables, having them hover in the air before having them shoot towards the Hamburglar... sharp pointy ends first.]
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That is until he's covered in ketchup.
He turns around, his unpatched eye suddenly burning red... somehow, along with his hair and his clothes. Even his skin tone has changed from tannish-brown to a furious orange. The ketchup is starting to practically boil off of him.]
YOU--!!
[That's it. Playtime's over, buster.
With telekinesis, Bill levitates all the forks and knives off the tables, having them hover in the air before having them shoot towards the Hamburglar... sharp pointy ends first.]