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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[sonofether.livejournal.com]

Lucky for him, he's wearing his goggles.

Sadly for him, he can't breathe soda. Though wet mashed potatoes seem to be better projectiles, oddly. Still, it's one fistful at a time, and Stephen had already tried to aim at Yzak. He haphazardly tossed another fistful at the Pyro.

With any luck, it'd hit.

[silverduelist]

Now that these two were retaliating against each other, Yzak got a better look at them. First target of his own retaliation? SODA GUY. Spotting a stray bread roll on the floor, Yzak aimed a surprisingly coordinated kick of it straight at Pyro.

[lol-fireishot.livejournal.com]

PYRO CAUGHT BOTH OF THEM.

...with his face.

Frantically he reached up and wiped soggy potatoes off of the eyeholes on his mask. He was going to act fast if he wanted to survive. He reached down and- aw, crap, he was out of pop. Time to run! ...But not before grabbing a loaf of bread from the closest shelf and attempt to chuck slices like Frisbees at his attackers.

[sonofether.livejournal.com]

Out of potatoes, Stephen dug into one of the pockets of his lab coat. Most of the time, that WAS his Sunday best, after all. It was impeccably, strangely clean--even after the soaking Pyro had given him.

And he had a jar of pickles in that pocket.

He wasn't sure at that point if he was giving chase to Pyro or just trying to get away from Yzak, but the pickles were flying both ways, regardless!

[silverduelist]

"WHAT ARE YOU, TWELVE?! STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!"

A pickle to the eye! Blast it.

[lol-fireishot.livejournal.com]

Man, if you threw in some lunch meat, they'd practically had a catered lunch here.

Hey, would you look at that- lunch meats! Pyro tore open some packages and mushed corned beef and honey ham into a ball, then chucked it as hard as he could at the spoilsport. And laughed. And then got beaned by a pickle.

[sonofether.livejournal.com]

Can't forget the cheese, either. Luckily the dairy section was fairly close! Not that he's out of pickles, either.

'Ware the flying Muenster!

"Lighten up, at least it'll all come off later!" Stephen said with a chuckle.

[silverduelist]

"Lighten up my ass! This is ridiculous!! --AUUUUUGH!!"

Yzak pulled his arms up to try to shield himself from the oncoming sandwich ingredients.

[lol-fireishot.livejournal.com]

Hmm, maybe this guy was right.

...Naaaah. Have a pie flying at your face, Yzak.

[silverduelist]

To Yzak, he is always right.

How does one block a pie? Yzak's arms were already up, so he thrust a hand outward to try to stop it. But the pie's momentum still sent bits of it flying out of the suddenly-stopped pan and into his face.

[sonofether.livejournal.com]

By this point, Stephen had stopped really trying to throw food, and was doubled over in laughter.

Why yes, this WOULD be a perfect time for retaliation...

[silverduelist]

Good. Because Yzak's kicks another bread roll right in Stephan's direction.

[lol-fireishot.livejournal.com]

Pyro was definitely not sneaking away in the confusion to find more pies to throw. Nope, not all.

[sonofether.livejournal.com]

BREAD ROLL. TO THE FACE.

This is what Stephen got for doubling over in laughter. Point for Yzak.

At least until he got another pickle (or three) hucked his way.