Rucks checked his watch, surely the drama down at the T.V Hut had died down by now? As stupid an idea it was, they actually served really good food and Rucks [i]hated[/i] having to cook on weekends. Ah screw it, they probably had left, and it wasn't like it was miles away. Besides, if it was empty and he could get a meal, then he would have enough energy to [i]steal[/i] something of decent value, maybe a painting. Or something else cool like that. The best part, the heroes would be too tired out to stop him! Not once during the formation of this plan did it occur to Rucks that there were probably more heroes in the city than the ones who would have stopped the incident at T.V Hut, but that wasn't important.

The horror! The T.V Hut was a battleground! There had to be at least [i]three[/i] dastardly heroes there. Let's see, there was Clint Eastwood, A Ninja (?) and... huh... he couldn't tell if the feminist was supposed to be a hero or not, or one guy who just unleashed some bad breathe. Some super rad suited guy though MUST be a villain. He was too cool not to be. 

But here was the issue. Rucks came here to eat, it was close to his apartment and served nice enough food to warrant it being one of his favorite haunts. He couldn't eat because of the current fracas. And so he whipped out his small notepad, maybe he could scare them away with... wait, no that line needs to be wider... with... rub that bit out... with A REALLY SMALL DRAGON. "Go dragon! Plunge fear into their hearts!" He exclaimed as it sprung to life and flew away, coughing up a tiny flame which did nothing but tickle. That wasn't the only flaw. It couldn't open the door by itself. Rucks was rather ashamed.