“Kay lets see..Jam..Nachos..Pizza sliiiiiice…Sub..Eeeeeeeggs..Bacooooon..Waaaander..Soda caaannnssss..Jar-o-Glorfrogsssss,uh-carton bag?..Salmooooon..
UGH! WHERE ARE THE STUPID SAUCES WE JUST GOT ‘EM TODA- [freezes (and not because he was in front of the fridge,but from realization on what’s on the menu.]
“mustard or mayo,mustard or mayo,mustard or mayo,mustard or mayo,mustard or mayo?”
“GET OUT OF MY FRIDGE!!!!
SERIOUSLY,CAN A SUPER COOL SUPERVILLAIN NOT EVEN GET A NORMAL GENUINE LUNCH WITHOUT FUZZY WEIRDOS POPPING OUT OF EVERYWHERE?!”
[As Wander runs off giggling because of the nutritious,adorable,surprise,totally anonymous lunch made with love he left there,despite Haters’ choice of NOT chasing him down,the overlord has yet to realize that his nachos and sub sandwich- as well as..well… Everything else that’s not safely covered- is covered in orange fur…]