It was just a regular day at the restaurant. People were simply lining up for taking their orders. Those who had already been served were calmly eating while discussing about various things. Nothing particularly interesting was to be noted.

Until the portal to Khorne's realm opened right in front of the counter.

And, as he was stepping out of the portal, Angron screamed. His gigantic body was casting a shadow that was covering everybody behind him ; his face was nothing else than a screaming skull with fangs the size of sabers. Hundreds of skulls, ones he had personnally ripped off from his numerous defeated enemies, were attached to his body and his armor. He was wielding a burning axe, bigger than a Baneblade and covered with heretic and insane runes that were apparently distorting on the metal, as if they themselves were in tremendous pain.

But honestly, trying to describe the sheer insanity of the Fallen Primarch's appearance would never do it justice. Angron was rage and bloodshed incarnate, and looking at him would only cause in the most pacifistic creature visions of blood drenched battlefields and raging fires devouring everything one could imagine.

And then, Angron talked with a roaring voice.

« - DESPAIR, SERVANTS OF THE CORPSE GOD ! YOUR SKULLS WILL SOON ADORN THE THRONE OF THE MIGHTY KHORNE, AND YOUR BLOOD WILL SATIATE HIS THIRST ! I WILL BRING FIRE TO THIS GALAXY, AND WHOEVER WOULD BE BRAVE ENOUGH TO FACE ME WILL SOON MEET THEIR UNTIMELY DEMISE AND JOIN THE IMMEASURABLE HORDES OF MY VICTIMS ! I AM THE HARBINGER OF DEATH ! I AM THE SCOURGE OF THE IMPERIUM ! I AM ANGRON AND I WILL...

- Excuse me, sir ? »

Surprised, Angron looked down. The Burger Marine on the other side of the counter was looking at him, in a way that made him feel confusion for the first time since... Well, since his birth actually. He had faced (and destroyed) countless Space Marines, and true to their reputation, none of them showed fear when facing the Fallen Primarch, even as he was ripping their skulls with his bare hands. But even though they weren't afraid, they were still knowing they were facing a formidable foe, and acted accordingly.

This Space Marine ? He didn't seem to be that much distraught by Angron. In fact, it was as if he wasn't even consider him a threat.

He was simply pointing at a sign on a wall that was saying « no teleportation in the restaurant, please », and when he talked, Angron could distinguish some shade of exasperation in his voice.

« That's all fine and dandy, sir, but I'll have to ask you to wait at the end of the line like everybody else, please. »

Confused (yes, he DEFINITELY was experimenting confusion here), Angron turned to look behind him. All the customers who were waiting for passing their orders were looking at him with angry eyes. He could even hear some declaring that he really had no manners, and that he should stop slowing down everybody.

« Now, excuse me, but I was trying to take this person's order, sir, continued the Burger Marine. You were saying ? »

A Gretchin calmly walked past Angron and stopped at the corner. The Daemonic Primarch could only look at the Grot with bewildered eyes, as the feeble creature too didn't seem to see anything wrong with being near a gigantic Daemon Prince of Khorne, and was even ignoring him.

« - Yes, I'd like a menu with a Meat Titan and...

- Er, excuse me, staggered Angron. I... I think you're not really understanding the situation here. I am Angron, and... »

The Burger Marine looked at him in a way that made Angron shut up.

« Sir, please, those persons were here before you. »

Angron's mouth twitched, but he just couldn't find anything to say. He just couldn't think straight. During all the millenia of his life, both before his ascension and after, he never had to face such a situation, and strangely, even his anger seemed to fade because of the sheer absurdity he was witnessing.

« - Okay, pathetically said Angron, still under shock. Okay, then I... I guess I'll.. Go at the end of the queue... And... Wait for my turn, then...

- That would be great, sir. » Answered the Burger Marine, who immediately afterwards went back to the Gretchin and stopped paying attention to Angron.

The Daemon Primarch calmly walked to the end of the line, forcing a few people to move out of the way for letting him pass, and then simply stopped and started to wait.

The confusion in his mind wasn't over, though. He was just too dumbfounded for acting in his own usual way. After a few minutes, however, he finally said a few words.

« - That's... Kind of embarrassing.

- No kidding. » Replied the Nightbringer, who was waiting in another line right next to him.