*Ring* *Ring*

Lars's phone rang; again, another sign of importance. Picking it up, Lars placed the small device on his ear. "Lars here..."

...To anyone, they wouldn't be able to hear the conversation they were having...

"Mmhm... Yes... Yes... E-excuse me?" Lars frowned. "Ah, y-yes... Yes... Yes... Is that all, sir? Alright... Thank you, sir... Goodbye..." ...And with that, Lars closed his phone and quickly turned around. "That'll be one large Pepperoni Pizza with extra cheese, an order of Fried potatoes with sour dip, two extra-larg sodas, and a bucket of hot chicken wings!" Lars shouted to the... er... 'workers' behind him.

...Er... Well yeah, running your own army isn't cheap, you know; every penny counts.

..."And..." Lars continued... "Alisa, you're gonna deliver it."

Although a bit confused, Alisa nods with a smile.

"(...So you want Alisa to deliver it, do you? Well, looks like you deserve a 'promo' with your order.)"

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Inside Hworang's house, he was idly watching a fight between two hot assasin siblings trying to kill each other, when he heard noise resembling an airplane in midair. "Oh, pizza's here!" Hworang bolted off his chair and went for the door. Opening it, he saw a flying girl with robotic wings on her back with a cubic container on her hand.

The girl landed quite elegantly just a few feet away fro Hworang. "Thank you sir for your patience. Here's your order." The girl said with an adorable smile.

"Alright! Fast as usual, Alisa. You're a real angel." Hworang complimented as he took his food off he girl's hands... but when Hworang had everything, Alisa gave him yet another item... "...Huh? I didn't order a 'head'." Hworang said as the girl presented him... 'her head'.

"Oh don't worry sir; Lars told me to give it to you 'special'." 'The head' spoke.

...Sooo... I'm pretty sure you know what happened next...