<quote user="Ina">Ina smashes the floor, sending pillars of lava up from the floor to melt the soldiers down. &quot;If you think I'm going anywhere, you must be idiotic or something!&quot;</quote> Against all science, the soldiers survived. Although not uninjured. They were running around in circles with their buttocks aflame. &quot;HOTHOTHOTHOTHOTHOTHOT!!&quot; One soldier shouted. The other soldier managed to put out the fire on his posterior, sighing with great relief, &quot;Phew, having had my arse hurt this badly since mother spanked me for putting a wild hedgehog in the toilet bowl.&quot; The Grape Fuhrer sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose as he watched his men already getting their butts thoroughly whooped. &quot;Can't you buffoons get anything right?&quot; &quot;We are trying, mein Fuhrer!&quot; One of the soldiers inside shouted, &quot;But our shots are not affect this street urchin! He's like a ghost or something!&quot; 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. &quot;Well that's just--&quot; 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.<div class='edited'>(edited by Ze-Grape-Fuhrer)</div>

The Grape Fuhrer flicked Magus on the head. &quot;You should be watching your tone.&quot; He crudely said back at him. &quot;Do you not know who I am? I am the Grape Fuhrer, your new leader in the Nexus!&quot; &quot;Heil Grape Fuhrer!&quot; The soldiers behind their leader shouted in unison. &quot;Thank you, thank you, you're too kind.&quot; The Grape Fuhrer showed his appreciation towards his troops with a huge, smug grin on his face. &quot;Sieg heil!&quot; Said a lone soldier. &quot;And you're just brown nosing now.&quot; He told the lone soldier with a mix of disappointment and annoyance.

Grape Fuhrer sighed as he overheard Ina shouting at him. When will people learn that you should never shout at the top of your lunges when making a sneak attack? He merely leaned forward, ducking Ina's attack and let her fly over him. &quot;Men, arrest her.&quot; Two soldiers quickly approached Ina with their rifles pointed at her. &quot;Come quietly, lass. Violence is unbecoming of young ladies.&quot; Meanwhile, the Grape Fuhrer looked back inside to see some of his soldiers getting electrocuted. He let out an annoyed sigh, &quot;I really need to find better troops.&quot; He whistled as loudly as he could, signaling more of his soldiers to rush to the scene. He pointed to Gunvolt. &quot;Hurry up and stop him.&quot; The soldiers rushed in at Gunvolt.<div class='edited'>(edited by Ze-Grape-Fuhrer)</div>

The Grape Fuhrer raised an index finger to Gunvolt, &quot;Be with you in a second, young man.&quot; He turned back to Magus and Ina with a huge sh*t-eating grin on his face. &quot;I was hoping you'd say something like that.&quot; He raised his hand to the air. &quot;Gentlemen!&quot; He called out to his troops, &quot;Demolish this cafe! Oh, and get the boy with electricity as well, he looks like a pest that needs swatting.&quot; And then suddenly gunshots were flying all over the place, property to the cafe getting damaged and broken. The Grape Fuhrer cleared his throat and Straightened the collar of his uniform. &quot;If anybody needs me, I'll be directly outside the building.&quot; He casually walks outside, standing by the entrance with some bodyguards. Without even giving a crap about the chaos inside, he checks his pocket watch tell what time it is.<div class='edited'>(edited by Ze-Grape-Fuhrer)</div>

<quote user="Ina">&quot;*Sigh* Hope this goes better than last time...&quot;</quote> 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. &quot;I <i>hate</i> cafes. Too many of them.&quot; He grumbled under his breath. He noticed Ina. &quot;You there!&quot; He shouted at her, pointing his fat index finger at her. &quot;Who is the owner of this establishment!?&quot;<div class='edited'>(edited by Ze-Grape-Fuhrer)</div>