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"Warehouse" the Creation.
Inside Lopez's warehouse/Bar is heard a blowtorch and a saw and various tool noises until the noises stop and Lopez grabs some wrench? And walks outside to move around holding it to get a feel of his new creation. "¡FINALMENTE! vive !!!" (FINALLY IT LIVES!!!)
A man in a strange red and wood-colored suit would be outside the warehouse. In his hand he held a book of matches. He would take out one of the matches and quickly rub it against the wooden looking parts of his suit. The match would spark up before lighting ablaze. The figure would stare at the light for a moment while laughing to himself. "Well, better take care of this quick. This should make a grand display for all to see." He'd hold the match forward before seeming to make a blowing motion towards it. The flames would go out on the match and seem to fly off towards the warehouse. Despite whatever material, the warehouse is made of it would immediately begin bursting into flames. The flames would continue growing, not seeming to be stopped by anything as the man continues walking away while laughing under his suit.
An entity molds out of the shadows somewhere in the corner Lopez's warehouse, his gloves and boots glow white which fades into a pitch black What's with the construction? Can the Taken King get some relaxing?
Lopez holds the mace like object looking at the intruder and Lopez presses a button, the top of the mace opens up like a jaw and traps the shadow nightstalker in it's grip
Hey allí Señor paranoia! ¡ estaba aquí para presentar una queja de ruido! (Hey there mister paranoia! I was here to file a noise complaint!) The Taken King slithers out of the jaw and gives Lopez a noise complain paper
As Lopez pulls the fire alarm ripping the complaint apart the sprinklers and a robot runs through holding a fire hose, mostly a decoy of Lopez. To start putting out the fire. "Vete a la mierda. esta es mi propiedad, así que vaya o use mi nueva invención, la Llave Maza. ¡en ti!" (Fuck off. this is my property, So go or i use my new invention, the Wrench Mace. on you!)
Para un robot que es similar a la molesta que tienes un poco de colorido idioma... (For a robot that is similar to the Vex you do got some colorful langauge...) The nightstalker slithers out of the workshop
Lopez goes to focus on putting the fire out now knowing his new Wrench Mace works.