"Bite me." A pause, holding what can only be described as a torpedo of tuna surprise over his head in a menacing fashion, looking to take a chunk out of that ugly plastic mug.
"Oh wait, you can't, not with that headgear, does baby have asthma?" A vicious smirk twists the corners of his mouth, and he is ready to talk so much more shit-- at least until the container smacks Len in between the shoulders, explodes, and macaroni shrapnel begins flying every which way. The first unlucky soul who comes in for breakfast will be walking into the cheddary aftermath of the pasta-ocalypse.
Hopefully they aren't lactose-intolerant.
Len ducks behind the closest cabinet, and has a change in strategy with the tuna surprise. He whips it at Kabal's feet, hard enough the container shatters, covering the floor in a slick coating of mayo and questionably fresh seafood. As slippery as it is stinky.
Whatever ninja bullshit he's pulling and how, Len would kill to see him slip on his ass at super-sonic speed.
Would kill him after he slips, too.
He leans out from behind the safe-zone of the pantry with his gun at the ready, "Keep coming after me, and you'll be swimming with the fishes instead of standing in them."
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"Oh wait, you can't, not with that headgear, does baby have asthma?" A vicious smirk twists the corners of his mouth, and he is ready to talk so much more shit-- at least until the container smacks Len in between the shoulders, explodes, and macaroni shrapnel begins flying every which way. The first unlucky soul who comes in for breakfast will be walking into the cheddary aftermath of the pasta-ocalypse.
Hopefully they aren't lactose-intolerant.
Len ducks behind the closest cabinet, and has a change in strategy with the tuna surprise. He whips it at Kabal's feet, hard enough the container shatters, covering the floor in a slick coating of mayo and questionably fresh seafood. As slippery as it is stinky.
Whatever ninja bullshit he's pulling and how, Len would kill to see him slip on his ass at super-sonic speed.
Would kill him after he slips, too.
He leans out from behind the safe-zone of the pantry with his gun at the ready, "Keep coming after me, and you'll be swimming with the fishes instead of standing in them."