Months in the past…
Having been ambushed in both of his previous excursions, Cybr has decided that he no longer plans on doing these missions solo. He's joined forces with a shady organization calling itself the "World Crime League", and though Cybr himself doesn't really have much interest in the organization's motives, its members are very willing to engage in sketchy activities. This time, Cybr is being accompanied by one of the WCL's grunts, Prinjle. Cybr and Prinjle reach the entrance of the local Costa Brava landfill, staring in at the trash heaps and junk piles.
"You sure this is the right place?" Prinjle asks, rolling his travel snack, an apple of brown quality, between his hands.
"Most definitely." Cybr states, scanning the surroundings for any signs of life or activity. Prinjle wanders deeper into the landfill, yelping in surprise as a crude bear trap made of junk snaps shut, his suit just barely protecting him from getting a nasty infection.
"Good evening, gentlemen! Welcome to the haven!" says a voice, and Cybr and Prinjle turn around. Standing atop the tallest trash heap is a surprisingly kempt homeless man, with a clean-shaven face and nice work shirt, and a yellow necktie. The man does an exaggerated inhale, and the apple is sucked right out of Prinjle's hand and into the man's mouth. He eats it in one bite, wiping his face with a napkin from his pocket and giving a wide smile.
"Bob Rantor." Cybr says, a hint of disdain in his voice. "You already know why I'm here, don't you?"
"First The Mind Electric, and then Banana Man. You made an attempt on R. Fedman, but weren't able to take Good Day. We know more of your plans than you could ever realize, Cybr. And I can assure you that you won't be taking Shia Labeouf, even if you haven't come here alone."
"Let's get him, Prinjle. I need him incapacitated but alive, and then I'll handle it from there. His only power is being able to eat anything for sustenance."
Prinjle nods, shaking the junk trap off of his leg. Bob crosses his arms, his necktie blowing in the wind dramatically as he looks down on the duo approaching his trash mound, a smirk plastered on his face. As Cybr gets close to the junk pile, his glasses and his special needle are ripped from his person and stick to the pile.
"Ever heard of a magnet, little man?" Bob cackles, before jumping down from atop the pile. "I have you right where I want you, and now I'm going to eat you!"
Cybr looks to Prinjle for assistance, and Prinjle dusts off his suit and combs his hair as he casually strides towards Bob. Prinjle pulls out a gun made of cardboard chip tubes and shoots Bob right in the face, but Bob simply swallows the projectile out of the air. Prinjle was accounting for this very outcome, and while Bob is busy doing his mouth-wiping animation, Prinjle decks him with an uppercut strong enough to break his jaw in one clean motion. A look of stunned shock crosses Bob's face, and Prinjle grabs him by the necktie and begins tightening it around his neck. Bob attempts to bite off Prinjle's face, but due to his broken jaw, he cannot close his mouth to utilize the ability of his Stand.
"That was really stupid of you, bud." Prinjle says, waggling a finger in front of Bob's face. Prinjle simply holds the necktie tight until Bob collapses from lack of oxygen, at which point he releases him. "He's all yours, nerd."
Cybr is trying to pry his tools free from the large magnet hidden under the trash. With his pitifully weak arms, he can't fight the great force of magnetism, so Prinjle shoves him aside to show him how it's done, plucking the glasses and needle from the magnet with ease and dropping them into Cybr's hands. Cybr doesn't even give Prinjle a "thank you" as he walks up to Bob and stabs the needle into him, causing his Stand to be contained in a pair of fake teeth, which Cybr takes with him as he leaves the landfill with Prinjle.