"First, of all, I [i]did[/i] bring a gun. A hunting rifle. And, I wasn't running for the heck of it. I had purpose... okay, I was running for the heck of it... but I was getting an idea. The guy fires streams of water that push him upwards. So, logically, unless he braces himself, every he fires his claw cannons, he sends himself away from wherever he is aiming, at least slightly. So we trick him into pushing himself towards the gas station. If he hits it with enough force, then he's going to be caught in some sort of explosion. I mean, that has to be at least slightly uncomfortable, right? Or maybe just shove things down his water hole things until he has to apply so much pressure until his claw explodes. What do you think?" But it was too late, if Shindo had heard his idea, he hadn't told Clarence. 

"Oh no, Mrs. Pickles," said Clarence, mockingly, "You're just a Class C hero. You're not allowed to come up with good ideas. Just let us beat the crap out of him with our super powers. It always works out anyways. It's not like we need a plan. It's just a giant crab monster that's threatening civilians. We got it, no problemo. Just skip around and rescue old ladies from oncoming traffic and save cats from trees." He proceeded to jog to a building that was diagonally facing the gas station, and climb onto the elevator. As the [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q1DDgNCLD84] elevator music played[/url] Mrs. Pickles went over his plan. Distract the crab monster, and make it push itself into the gas station. Easy. Easy peasy. Who was he kidding? He was just going to be a distraction. But hey, at least he wouldn't die like an idiot. He'd die like a [i]brave[/i] idiot.

Mrs. Pickles got to the roof and shouted, "Hey! Want a challenge? Well, I'm rank 388! These guys are weak, low levels! Only twelves! What a joke! But you'll NEVER be able to beat me!"