Striker is hungry after a long day and things happen.
Hunger Strike
Striker and his toddler son, Jake, were sitting in the kitchen.
Jake put his head on Striker's stomach, which growled.
"Blitz, Daddy's hungry!" Jake shouted, catching the imp boss's attention.
Then Striker's stomach growled louder, making Blitzo gasp and flinch.
"Holy shit! You must be really hungry!" Blitzo exclaimed, but regained composure. "How about hot dogs?"
Striker nodded. "Sure, Blitz."
He went into the freezer to grab a bag of hot dogs. He closed the freezer and pulled out a kettle from the cabinet. He went to the kitchen sink and put water into the kettle. He shut off the water and put the kettle onto the stove. He turned up the heat in order for the water to boil.
Jake put his hand on Striker's stomach, feeling it growl. "Don't worry, Daddy, Blitz is cooking a quick dinner," he said.
"That he is, kiddo," Striker said, ruffling his hair.
Once the water started boiling, Striker's wife stepped into the kitchen.
"Hey, guys," she said.
"Did Bombproof get fed, Jane?" asked Striker.
"Yep, I fed him," Jane replied and kissed him on the cheek and both cheeks turned a bright red. She sat next to her husband and son.
"Hi, Mommy," said Jake.
"Hi, sweetie."
"Daddy's hungry."
"I'll bet. He must've been working hard today."
As soon as the hot dogs were finished cooking, Blitzo turned the stove off and got out a bag of hot dog buns from the pantry.
"Ketchup and mustard, anybody?" Blitzo asked.
"Yes, please!" Jane, Jake, and Striker replied.
Blitzo opened the fridge to grab ketchup and mustard and closed the fridge.
He opened a cabinet with silverware and grabbed a fork and stabbed one hot dog at a time and placed each hot dog inside a bun, which sat on each plate. When finished, he shook the ketchup and mustard bottles before opening them and squeezed out the contents.
He grabbed two plates. He set one down for Jake and the other for Striker. He went back to get the last one for Jane.
Striker and Jake happily lapped up their hot dogs.
"Thanks, Blitz," Striker said as he stuffed his mouth full. He swallowed. When he finished eating his hot dog, he let out a loud burp.
"Strike?"
"What? It's a compliment. Better out than in, I always say."
"That's no way to behave in front of a lady and a child."
Jake and Jane burped. "Thanks," they said to a dumbfounded Blitzo.
"They're as nasty as you are."
AN: Pun intended.
