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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[telekinetic_badass]

A couple of soda cans are lobbed over their heads... and suddenly explode in midair.

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

Paco yelped and scrambled over the pre-prepped food counter, taking cover and taking advantage of the available ammunition. The next person to pop into view was getting a fully-loaded baked potato to the head.

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

Oh look, you found Hiccup's hiding place. There's a yelp and then rapidfire throwing of bread all wadded together with jam.

[halfa-hero.livejournal.com]

Danny dropped in behind him, dumping a bottle of chocolate syrup on his head.

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

"ACK!"

Surprise adversary! Paco grabbed a tray of some macaroni salad mix and flung handfuls of it back at the Bread-and-Jam-apult.

Should have grabbed a baguette out of the bakery! Baguettes were like sticks, weren't they?

Then the ghost guy appeared and Paco threw the macaroni salad at him too.

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

There was a Viking-like yell of "Graah!" as Hiccup stood up and renewed his assault, tossing the tomatoes he'd gathered (not that he knew what they were), too, but then he was attacked from behind.

And now he was covered in horrible sticky black stuff that...well, smelled really really good. It even dripped in through the holes of his colander helmet. Hiccup was both disgusted and hungry.

He froze as he felt it drip down the back of his shirt.

Then he was hit by macaroni salad, too.

"Oh, I am hit! I am dealt a grievous wound!" He collapsed dramatically. "But at least I die bravely in battle. O! Valkyries, take me now, so I may join my ancestors in Valhalla....argh. Bleh."

Ded.



Yeah, he'd tried some.

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

"You're not supposed to eat your weapons, dude."

Have an invader in your fortress, Hiccup! An invader with a far more advanced metal limb than your own! "Although I suppose you can be forgiven, since that's chocolate sauce. Anyone seen my girlfriend?"

[shes-intense.livejournal.com]

Brenda doesn't follow Paco in hiding. Instead she whirls in the direction of the soda can thrower and slams Julian with an armload of eggs.

[telekinetic_badass]

Have a bath from a couple of six-packs in response, Brenda!

[shes-intense.livejournal.com]

GAH! Brenda shrieks and dives behind a display of dairy.

"Ugh! THAT'S A CRIMINAL WASTE OF MOUNTAIN DEW!" She yells around the barrier, fishing into the cabinet and coming out with a couple of very nice sized containers of yogurt.

Have fun getting THAT out of your hair!

[telekinetic_badass]

"FULL THROTTLE IS BETTER ANYWAY!" Julian was waiting to confront her, and holding a couple squeeze bottles of honey.

Try running around with that all over you!

[shes-intense.livejournal.com]

"BLASPHEMER!"

She gets tagged with the honey as she dodges from dairy across the aisle. But once she's shifted.... hey now. That's a lot of frozen things.

Is it raining hot pockets? I believe it is.....

[telekinetic_badass]

Oh, that's cold. Literally.

He dived for cover in the produce section.

He will counter your processed junk with ORGANIC FRUITS AND VEGETABLES! (As opposed to, like, plastic ones, I suppose...)

[shes-intense.livejournal.com]

Brenda yelps as she gets klunked on the head with an apple, reaching deeper into the frozen section and grinning at what she finds. Colder and stickier than hot pockets is frozen orange juice concentrate. Like a sweet sticky slush-ball.

Brenda's only seen snow once before but she's played enough baseball to have a pretty good pitch.

[telekinetic_badass]

Oh god coldcoldcold and it's dripping down his back OMGCOLDCOLDCOLD!!

He quite looked like a spazz for a moment and had to back off for a second. But he quickly returned, bringing with him cottage cheese and sour cream. Let's see how you like that down your shirt!