SMD
The Storm Hawks had no idea how, but Junko had talked them into letting him cook dinner.
They were all, minus the chef of the night, seated at the bridge table, nervously awaiting their meal, or, as Stork put it, their inevitable demise.
Junko strode into the bridge, carefully carrying a large silver vat over to his friends, thick clouds of steam drifting out of it.
"Here it is, guys!" he called proudly, lifting his giant pot up for all to see.
The wallop was too preoccupied with showing off his cuisine to notice the stray wrench that someone had left lying on the floor.
Junko stumbled slightly over the discarded tool, and a droplet of murky green liquid escaped from the confines of the vat.
The splash of fluid fell lightly to the floor. When it made contact with the metal, the soup hissed slightly before eating through the hard substance and disappearing into the clouds below, leaving a tiny hole in the floor of the bridge.
"I see you made us SMD," Stork observed.
The others stared at him, perplexed.
"Soup of Mass Destruction," the merb explained.
I am so, SO sorry I haven updated since forever. But I just got a new computer, so expect to see more drabbles coming your way soon, mkay? Review!