"Sir, I-" The manager begins to say, but you interrupt him before he can get any farther. "Manager, that infant has spewed its vile stomach contents upon my magnificent uniform! I sorely hope your pathetic little burger joint is prepared to deal with this kind of behavior!" You say as you point your finger at the annoying urchin, who is now smiling from ear to ear. "Er yes, what seems to be the problem here?" The manager asks as he adjusts his glasses. "I just told you what the problem was!" You say as you grab him by the tie. "I trust you have a firing squad ready?" "A what?!" He gasps as he pulls his tie out of your hands. "Just what the hell is going on out here?!" Although it tests your patience to recount everything that had happened in the past half-hour you do so as everyone in line begins complaining about having to wait longer.
One minute and 2 painful disintegrations later...
"...and that's when you asked me what was going on here." You finally finish. He looks at you for a moment before asking: "So, you're an overlord?" "Yes."
"You have a flying base?"
"Un-huh."
"You flew here in a modified fighter jet?"
"That's it sitting out there in the parking lot on the two handicapped spaces."
"Now you're mad because some baby threw up on you?"
"YES. FINALLY. Now if you would be so kind as to-"
"Get the hell out of my resteraunt or I'm calling the police."
"MOTHERF-"
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