BHAGHHH-RUPTH smelled Octavia. Octavia smelled BHAGHHH-RUPTH. It was love at first smell.
They slowly approached each other, BHAGHHH-RUPTH looking up directly at Octavia's eyes, and then they...
...fell to the ground after a loud explosion shook the bar. Every look turned towards the door, or to be more precise, the place where the door used to be. A man was standing there: red suit, red bullet-shaped helmet, smoking cannons instead of arms.
"I am LORD BLAST!" he shouted, "and you will give all your money or I'll BLAST this joint to HELL!"
Otto and Blackwulf looked at each other.
"This am being our *hic* chance to prove to the ladies that we am being real *hic* men!!!"
"I thought we gave up women?!"
"Who am taking track of what we am saying? Let's go!"
The two wild metahumans jumped towards Lord Blast. Blackwulf tripped on a chair and Otto tripped on Blackwulf. As soon as they hit the floor, they fell asleep.
BHAGHHH-RUPTH looked around the bar. No other meta there besides him seemed powerful enough to stand up to the villain. Finally he had found what he was looking for (the 7-foot, four-armed, bald, androgyne, with smooth, pale skin he always dreamed of), but he was being forced by fate to put his life in danger. What would he do, what would he do? Oh, I wouldn't like to be the writer to come up with an answer for this dillema.
So I won't be.
