"Another delivery? And you want to hide a ring in a Family Bucket? What a strange request. Sure, the customer is God, after all."
Colonel Sanders sat on a sofa constructed from the green spectrum, eating a drumstick while stroking his goatee. "But there's another problem. Although I have complete confidence in my fried chicken and secret sauce, proposing with a ring hidden in a greasy Family Bucket is still a little hasty. I suggest you choose egg tarts instead. My newly launched Colonel's Fruit Tart comes six to a box, at the surprisingly discounted price of just 4.99 US Dollars."
The moment Harley heard there were egg tarts, she was tempted. She sucked on her finger as she thought.
Everyone was in the spaceship discussing who knew what, while Hal had been floating outside alone and feeling lonely. So when the Colonel was dragged into the ship, he quickly followed him inside.
He had known the Colonel for a very long time. After all, the Old Man had debuted much earlier, practically in the same era as the Justice Society. However, the Colonel was not a Superhero, but a super businessman.
After helping the Colonel resolve the incident where the Orange Lantern stole delivery orders, the Old Man had covered all of Hal's fried chicken needs for the rest of his life.
It had been pretty satisfying at first, but after eating fried chicken for every meal for an entire month, even Hal's willpower could not withstand it. The calories were simply too high, and his figure had gone badly out of shape.
So after that, he never ate KFC again. He had not even used his super membership card.
But after going so long without it, catching that scent again made him sit down at the table once