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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[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?"