"Damn it Panic!" Pain exclaimed. He stared forlornly at his scoop of mint chocolate chip melting of the hot pavement. He tossed the empty waffle cone and beaned Panic in the head.
"I'm sorry." Panic whispered while rubbing his head. "That butterfly came out of nowhere."
"Whatever." Pain said. "I want funnel cake now anyways." He waddled over to an equally pudgy child settled on a bench near the funnel cake stand. He transformed into a snake and hissed right in the boy's face.
"Ah!" The funnel cake flew out of the boy's hands and Pain effortlessly transformed back into his demon self and caught the cake, fork and all.
"And that my friend," he said to Panic. "Is why we don't need jobs."
"I thought it was we have immortality and great power?"
"Yeah, yeah. That too."