"I shall go and see if there has been a delay with our food. I shall return as soon as I am able." Vanessa announced to the group. She then promptly disappeared in a puff of smoke. This was in response to the question Fiddlesticks asked aloud, of nobody in particular. He was just blurting out the most pressing thought he had at the time. It was a another foible of his. Usually these pressing thoughts of his revolved around food, but sometimes he would blurt out some surprisingly insightful statements. Honestly Fiddlesticks didn't expect an answer, but he got one, from her. Not only that, Vanessa actually left the table to retrieve their food. Despite Vanessa's coolness towards Fiddlesticks, he felt that he still had feelings for her. Fiddlesticks made an audible love sick sigh the moment Vanessa disappeared. Normally he would be beyond amazed at demonstrations of super powers such as teleportation, but at that moment, Fiddlesticks was more dazzled by her sparkling eyes.

In almost no time at all Vanessa reappeared with an armful of plates containing wildly varied forms of food. "More to come" said Vanessa. Her sweet voice twinkled out like a wind chime caught in a summer breeze, accompanied by the smell of lavender in the air. She vanished once more. A moment later, she brought another armful of food. This time it contained both his beloved plate of honey braised ribs and a marvellous bowl of sweet potato fries! Whilst both hungry and presented with his favourite food, nothing else mattered to Fiddlesticks. That was probably why he didn't get invited to dinner parties. That and possibly because he didn't have any friends. Fiddlesticks excitedly received his order from the ever so lovely Vanessa. Nothing else existed. All was food and everything was love.

An unknown amount of time later, Fiddlesticks reached for his bowl of sweet potato fries. That was when it happened. A large, gangly, and rather grotesque looking hand reached down and scooped it up. "Hey, what gives!?" Fiddlesticks blurted out. He looked up to see what was possibly one of the ugliest people he has ever seen. It was really tall and lanky but fat in the middle. It looked like if a bat mated with a salamander but then they vomited afterwards, this guy would be that vomit. It had a balled up oily rag where one of it's eyes should be. It also wore a very shabby and rather cheap looking leather jacket. The origin of the stains on it, Fiddlesticks didn't want to know. 

Fiddlesticks suddenly had a flashback to when he was in the third grade. Of how he would get his lunch stolen by bullies like this thing every day. How he would sit there with tears welling in his huge grape fruit sized eyes. He was too scared to do anything about it back then.

Fiddlesticks was filled with an uncontrollable rage. Without a second thought he unholstered the massive wrench he had strapped to his back. Fiddlesticks let out the manliest battle cry he could muster, which many have found to be unintimidating, even cute. With a surprising amount of speed and strength he, with both hands, swung the wrench down onto the head of the big ugly bully.