"We're back. Here's your hot dog, with a little yellow mustard. Coke, with some crushed ice. Popcorn, for a snack." Su Ming smiled as he set the food on the table, pushing Laurie's share in front of her. "And this too—a huge burger everyone was fighting to buy. Look at all that beef."
The burger truly was enormous. Even in the United States, this kind of ten-layer burger was rare. It had eight palm-sized beef patties alone, stacked higher than Laurie's head.
They still carried the heat of the grill, melted butter dripping from the kraft paper, while the tomato slices and lettuce were piled on in absurd quantities.
"Thank you, you're so nice." The girl withdrew her gaze from the children and happily rubbed her hands together, as though she had no idea where to start. "Let's share it. I definitely can't finish it by myself, and your Strangle can sneak a few bites too. I'll use Shadow Magic to hide it, and no one will notice."
"Eee!"
Strangle's Little Sprout climbed onto the table and turned itself white, blending into the tabletop without needing any cover at all.
It had made this burger, after all.
Deathstroke had just finished killing people and come out; where would he have found time to stand in line? It had slipped tiny tendrils into someone's food cart and assembled a super-sized burger from the ready-made ingredients.
The drinks and snacks had all been procured by it as well.
Its host had founded Wilson's Chain Fast Food over in Marvel. His beef burgers had left Captain America longing for more forever, while his cheeseburgers had Iron Man utterly obsessed. Later, he had even toured Colonel Sanders's assembly-line factory.
With all that experience, making fast food was effortless for Strangle, the strongest Symbiotes in