FOOOOOD FIIIIIGHT (In a supermarket)

[so-pregnable.livejournal.com]

Kon had a plan. Y'see, they'd gotten well and truly trounced planet-side, even if they saved the people and walked away, and that was something of a bummer. Total bummer. Of course they'd picked up and carried on, but Superboy was all for having fun in the face of crapitude.

So Kon had a plan that would both act as valuable training (totally valuable) and be tons of fun. (With way more emphasis on the fun part).

That was why the doors to one of the Sensoriums was left open, an announcement was made on the omnicomms, and... there was a supermarket in the Sensorium. As if this wasn't odd enough by itself, there was someone creeping down the aisles humming the theme to the A-Team.

Then silence.

Watch out, meatshippers, BREAD ROLLS FLYING AT YOUR HEADS FROM AISLE FIVE.

"FOOOOOOD FIIIIIGHT!"

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[so-pregnable.livejournal.com]

"And yet, reality runs to the contrary of that statement."

This time it's a couple scoops of ice cream, flung with telekinesis.

[tobiasf.livejournal.com]

Tobias enters a few moments later, and gets much the same treatment. Only, it's enough to send his smaller hawk body spiraling out of control for a few seconds.

< Hey, watch the bird here! >

He retaliates with aerial food bombs.

[so-pregnable.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah? Have some cheez whiz squirted in the air in your direction like silly string, Tobias.

[tobiasf.livejournal.com]

That will take a while to get clean.

< Watch it, or I'll drop more than food on you! >

[so-pregnable.livejournal.com]

"Hey, keep it clean, Birdboy! You don't see me flinging my poop at you now, do you? It's just chocolate ice cream."

[tobiasf.livejournal.com]

< Point taken. You still don't want me mad at you though. You'll need a hat. And I also will not be bringing any of my own particular diet into this. >

No one wants mice dropped on their heads, he figures.

[halfa-hero.livejournal.com]

"Yuh-oh!"

Danny ran and vaulted over the bakery counter. Several Pies were lobbed at Kon from behind said counter.

[sonotasuperhero.livejournal.com]

"... did you just throw a pie at me?" Ava asks, giving the counter a look of utter disbelief-- and utter 'b!tch I will kill you'. The pie missed her, but that wasn't really the point.

[so-pregnable.livejournal.com]

"Nah, he was aiming at me."

One indeed hit him on the side of the head--he's trying not to cheat that much.

Kon, in turn, threw a pie at her.

"That one was aimed at you."

[sonotasuperhero.livejournal.com]

Ava very, very calmly started brushing maraschino cherry filling out of her hair. As she did so, a sudden burst of wind picked up four oranges and hurled them at Kon.

[so-pregnable.livejournal.com]

"Aah! Aah, produce artillery! Batten down the hatches!"

Kon bats them away and dives behind a barricade of boxes of Hostess fruit pies.

Unwrapping two, he bites off the corners one at a time and tosses them like a grenades, complete with whistling and explosion sounds accompanying them.

[sonotasuperhero.livejournal.com]

One fruit pie hits the floor near Ava's feet, and the other one was tossed back behind the barricade, closely followed by another couple of oranges.

"Come on, you can do better than that!" Ava calls over, unbuttoning her cardigan and placing it on the orange display. She'll fight in a tank top and shorts, thanks very much.

[so-pregnable.livejournal.com]

Here come coffee filters filled with ketchup and mayo her way.

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

Should he be watching out for the upended opened large bottles of soda that are being held by the precog floating above him?