“All of your precious strawberry jam is mine, mortals! AHAHAHAHA!”
More strawberry jam, or perhaps the blood of his wounded foe? You are defeated, Monte Cristo – COUNT on it.
Loki first takes a moment to simply roll in the bounty of pies offered unto him by the trembling waitress. He expects no less.
The Monte Cristo did not prove a worthy foe. He demands a new champion, the so-called ‘house specialty’ of this temple of pies.
A mighty battle ensues.
“Admit your defeat, cursed Bayou Goo!”
The noble pie’s stillness is answer enough. Loki takes a moment to savor his victory before succumbing to a food coma.
Next time, House of Pies. Next time.