Heaven On Earth With An Onion Slice

[robblerobble]

It starts with strange, mop-like creatures that smell of french fries setting up a boombox outside the local burger place. With a click, the boombox starts playing a song on repeat.

And then, with a burst of smoke that smells like cooked beef, appears the famous no-goodnik, THE HAMBURGLAR. Strutting inside the restaurant, he makes a dramatic flourish with his cape, declaiming grandly.

"Cheeseburger, robble robble!"

Behind him, his two Fry Guy minions skate inside, doing their best to look threatening. This is a stickup, diners! ALL YOUR BURGERS ARE BELONG TO HIM.

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I COULDN'T RESIST

[magistermentium]

[Well.
Bill can't exactly say he was expecting this when he decided to have lunch at a '50s-style diner today. Although he doesn't find this nearly as weird as you might think. It's more along the lines of mild surprise.... and that's not necessarily a bad thing.
The man in the eyepatch, gold and black faux-tuxedo t-shirt and black jeans turns around in his booth as one of the pom-pom monsters passes by.]

Hey, small fry!

[Grinning, he pyrokinetically forms a blue fireball in his hand, before tossing it at the minion.]

Try not to get overcooked! AHAHAHAHA~!

[This is gonna be WAY more fun than an ordinary lunch.]

[robblerobble]

The Fry Guy, currently a Frying Guy, skates frantically around the diner, scattering small flames everywhere.

The other one goes to headbutt Weird Fire Guy right in his dumb face.

[magistermentium]

GO LONG!

[Bill stands up on his seat and punts the incoming Fry Guy, kicking him across the diner. Forming another fireball, he throws it another of the mops with legs, laughing again. He's having a blast, though if this keeps up someone might need to call the fire department...]

[robblerobble]

Right, okay, time for the Hamburglar to step in.

'Step in', in this case, meaning whipping out the Ketchup Bazooka and firing a high-pressure blast of ketchup directly at Burny Burny Fire Guy.

[magistermentium]

[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.]

[robblerobble]

Okay, this is bad. Hm.

BURGER SPEED ACTIVATE

The burgers are already wrapped and sacked, so...the Hamburglar decides to just launch a counter-barrage of Mayo Grenades to intercept the floaty pointy sharpness before turning around with a dramatic cape flair and hunkering down out of the blast zone.