"Wander, we've helped ants carry their lunch to their little tunnel, glued a glass woman who broke into, like, a zillion pieces back together, cleaned an entire city. . !" Sylvia yelled. "You're stopping to order lunch for an entire academy? Why do you think they're starving?! Do you even have the money?!"
"Why, if the cashier takes hugs as payment, then I've got plenty to spare! So how many hugs is equal to two thousand five hundred seventy-nine galactic dollars and ninety-nine galactic cents?"
The Zbornak put her head in her hand. "This isn't some sort of sugary fantasy of yours, Wander, this is reality. Nobody takes hugs as payment for anything! Why do you think those students have no money? Grop, you're going to get in so much trouble. . !"
The cranky cashier lady looked at her flaming cash register, which spontaneously burst into flames when they hit over a thousand galactic dollars. She squinted before replying monotonously, " That'll be two thousand nine hundred eighty-five point. . . twenty nine. Wh-"
She was cut off by a certain leaping orange furball. "One hug for you, ma'am! Pass it on!" Wander shouted at her.
The girl immediately appeared happier and smiled, "Oh, why thank you! Nobody is ever nice to us!" She gave Wander a part of his huge order. "The rest is outside on a truck. I hope you enjoy your meal!"
Wander hopped onto a dumbfounded Sylvia. He closed her mouth and said, "C'mon! We gotta deliver it before it gets cold!"
"PEEPERRRS!" Lord Hater roared. "GET IN HERE."
"Y-Yes, sir?" Peepers stuttered. He saluted.
Lord Hater held up the hat that he'd accidentally received. "This hat just may be useful after all!"
"That's what I have been trying to tell-"
"DON'T INTERRUPT ME! I was just trying to find the lame-o-est planet to blow up that I could find when suddenly the useless sack dropped a map on top of one of the buttons and zoomed the ship too far. I was going to rip it to shreds, but then I realized that the map had a list of Wander's friends on it! We could take those people hostage and threaten to kill them unless he gave up!"
"Th-That is not the intended use, sir-"
"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT INTERRUPTING ME, PEEPERS?!"
