The hat flew back to Stan who prepared to throw again. "Anyway, IDIOT, just hit the button there on the hilt and-OH CRAP"
fdr had followed the advice and sure enough Stan was hit square in the face with a bolt of lightning. His hat fell off his head, then Minio made the floor rubber so it bounced up and decapitated him. Bad times for MysteriousStan.
"See, I TOLD you!" crowed MWC.
"Awesome," said fdr. "If we keep going like this, the champ could be here."
MWC's head shook violently with rage.
fdr was going to ask what was wrong but suddenly, Emporer_Kazbar appeared from the back of the restaurant. EmpKaz had the appearance of a small, Chinese man. "HEY! YOU IN MY RESTAUWANT!" he screamed and threw his can of peanuts at fdr.
Fdr was quite surprised by this turn of events, and even more so when the peanut can EXPLODED into a pile of spring snakes, all of which landed on MWC. He was unable to remove them because he was now bodiless. "Oh, well this is just great," he said.
A large bruise was rising in fdr's head from where the can had hit. Groggily, he raised his master sword to fire more lightning but this time he hit the wrong button and a dove appeared.
"Oh whatever, I'll just do this the old fashioned way," said fire. He leapt towards Kazbar with much haste ("oh yeah," grunted MWC from underneath the fake snakes, "the master sword also makes you faster and more durable") but Kazbar had swiftly moved out of the way and performed an expert karate-kick on fdr. Pain shot up fdr's back as he stumbled out of the way of another kick and spun around swinging, missing Kazbar by inches.
"Oh wow," said Kazbar, "you fight Boston-style!"
"What on earth is Boston sty-" but fdr's sentence was never completed as MWC's head literally exploded in rage. This distracted Kazbar just long enough for fdr to capitalize and run the man through.
"Well that was very...very odd," sighed fdr. Without a backward glance, he shook his head and left the restaurant. "I...yeah. I thought you said you were going to dial down the crazy with this story, author?" he asked nobody in particular.
"F*** you b**** I'm the #1 user on board 8, I do what I want."
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