"*Sigh* Hope this goes better than last time..."Words that unfortunately came back to bite Ina in he butt, as a fat guy with purple skin in silver politician attire comes barging in with a squadron of soldiers. He looked around the cafe, his eyebrow twitching with rage as he took in the environment. "I hate cafes. Too many of them." He grumbled under his breath. He noticed Ina. "You there!" He shouted at her, pointing his fat index finger at her. "Who is the owner of this establishment!?"
Ina smashes the floor, sending pillars of lava up from the floor to melt the soldiers down. "If you think I'm going anywhere, you must be idiotic or something!"Against all science, the soldiers survived. Although not uninjured. They were running around in circles with their buttocks aflame. "HOTHOTHOTHOTHOTHOTHOT!!" One soldier shouted. The other soldier managed to put out the fire on his posterior, sighing with great relief, "Phew, having had my arse hurt this badly since mother spanked me for putting a wild hedgehog in the toilet bowl." The Grape Fuhrer sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose as he watched his men already getting their butts thoroughly whooped. "Can't you buffoons get anything right?" "We are trying, mein Fuhrer!" One of the soldiers inside shouted, "But our shots are not affect this street urchin! He's like a ghost or something!" Sure enough, the soldiers that were fortunate enough to not get zappity zap zapped were firing like madmen at Gunvolt. But their shots kept missing even though they were DISTINCTLY certain that they should've been hitting him. "Well that's just--" before the Grape Fuhrer could finish his sentence, he met a terrible encounter in the form of a ghostly fist smacking him in the face and blasting him off into the sky. The last sign that he was here was a twinkle in the sky. Unfortunately, there were still soldiers running about causing havoc.