At this moment, Deathstroke led his team into an unremarkable fast-food restaurant in space.
A chunk of land floated in the cosmos, originally part of some planet.
A small fast-food restaurant covering roughly three hundred square meters, along with the parking lot and some greenery outside its entrance, hung bizarrely in space. Business was even fairly good; many spacecraft stopped here, and all kinds of Aliens streamed in and out of the restaurant.
This was Al's fast-food restaurant, Lobo's favorite place. Back then, in order to make this restaurant prosper, he had destroyed every other restaurant on Al's planet and killed all the other chefs so that everyone would come eat here.
But there had been a logical flaw in that plan.
In Lobo's eyes, anyone who could cook was a chef. That did not seem wrong, did it?
After killing off the original batch, he started killing people who cooked at home too. Whoever learned to cook, he killed.
Most crucially, he never explained his rules to the people of that planet, because he wanted to give Al a surprise.
In the end, he killed most of the planet's population. The tiny number who remained starved to death, because those poor Aliens only knew that some powerful monster would not allow them to eat. Anyone who touched cooking utensils died.
So everyone on the planet died, and Al's restaurant naturally could no longer stay open. The waitress Linda discovered what Lobo had done and pointed out the problem to him.
Lobo suddenly understood. To make up for the losses he had caused, he dug out Al's restaurant along with the nearby parking lot, dragged them behind his Cosmic Motorcycle, and set them down at a transportation hub in space.
This place was near a natural wormhole leading from the