Naomi and Kisara were in line waiting to get tonight's dinner, which was baby back ribs and applesauce. Unfortunately for them, the line was super-long when they first got to the mess hall. When they were next in line to get their food, it was a longer wait than expected for them.

"What do ya mean you don't have any goddamn chunky applesauce?!" Ogoleithus yelled at the lunch lady.

"We only got two kinds of applesauce to choose from," the lunch lady calmly answered. "An' chunky ain't one of 'em."

"You watch that tone, missy? Do you know who the hell I am?!"

"No, an' frankly I don't care."

"You bitch, I AM OGOLEITHUS, the fucking DEMON GOD OF CHAOS, and I DEMAND you give me chunky applesauce this instant!"

Even as Ogoleithus spat on her as he talked, the lunch lady was unfazed. "And that means... what exactly?" Her fearless disposition was taken away when tentacles wrapped around her body.

"I'm gonna tell you one more time: give me some fucking chunky applesauce AT ONCE!" Ogoleithus yelled.

"For the... last time," the lunch lady replied while choking (due to the fact that one tentacle was wrapped around her neck), "we... don't have... any chunky applesauce..." This prompted Ogoleithus to rip the lunch lady apart limb from limb. Since Naomi and Kisara were closest to this, they embraced each other to protect one another from the blood.

From his table, John and Jackie watched in awe as this happened.

Within seconds, Ogoleithus finished his handiwork. "This is bullshit..." Ogoleithus muttered as he walked back to his table, angry.

"Ooooookay," Naomi quipped. "What was that about."

In another part of the mess hall, Erron Black, along with Ferra/Torr, Ermac, and Reptile, sat watching what had just transpired. "Guess that's what happens when ya don't give a guy some chunky applesauce," Erron summed it up.

"Squid-man has very bad toilet mouth," Ferra commented.

"It's potty mouth, Ferra," Erron corrected.

"It does seem unreasonable to kill someone over food," Reptile pointed out.

"Look who's talkin', flesh eatin' mutant."

"What do you mean by that, mortal?"

"Calm, please," Ermac suggested. "Nothing will be settled by petty arguments. We suggest that you leave it alone, for it is not our business."

"Guess you're right, Mac." The group went back to eating their ribs and applesauce.

to be continued...