“Jeez V-Man, you really are hungry.”

“Shit! I have to eat all this food before the volcano erupts and the Hot Sandwhich burns up!”

“Shouldn’t we be trying to evacuate?”

“No OB, you need to get your priorities straight!”

“Whatever.”

The hot lava flowed through the town quickly, strangely, destroying nothing in its wake.

V-Man and OB stood speechless as a very small ‘clump’ of the magma seemingly latched on to a telephone pole.

“I’m going to go back to my non-stop eating frenzy if you don’t mind.”

“Wait, look!”

“Damn it.”

The oddly colored clump took humanoid shape.

“Hey guys.” said the oddly normal sounding humanoid lava clump.

“I’m Magma Manboobs.”

He then pointed to his rather mutated set of gleaming lumps of lava he called breasts.

“See, he seems nice, we go now.”

“I was actually sent down here to kill you guys.”

“God dammit! I thought I could have avoided all the odd super villains, or the weird, yet strangely arousing super fights, but NO! You had to come along and ruin all the fun of eating oneself to death!” V-Man yelled.

“I guess we better get it over with.”

“I putting you into the hurt locker and slamming the door.”

“Let’s fight then!”

“I’m gonna rip your arms off and beat you with them!”

“That’s great, lets fight already!”

“I’m gonna bite your dick off…”

“OKAY! I GET IT!”

OB slowly crept away from V-Man‘s afro, grabbed a chair and some popcorn and watched as if it was a movie.

They finally got to the nitty-gritty and went into their fighting stances.

“Ya know, I’m the best lavajitzu fighter in my volcano.” Magma Manboobs stated.

“Me too.” V-Man replied.

V-Man simply kicked him in the shins and Manboobs fell to the ground, morphing into his original form, squealing like a little girl.

“Bravo!” OB said clapping.