He’s at it again. Wαde makes a show of checking over his shoulder before whistling conspicuously and dual-wielding Double Gulp cups.

Gas stations aren’t really his kinda haunt. If he wants a decent hot dog he knows a couple of street carts that could use his patronage a lot more. Hell, he’s not even going to finish these slurpees on his own. Wαde’s just doing it out of love for the game. The game being, annoying a certain employee for repeatedly breaking their sacred rule of no Double Gulp cup sized slurpees.

His first line of thought (that he also said out loud to their face) was “who gives a sh*t?” since he pays for the size of the cup anyways. And it turns out, this one person really gives a sh*t. A lot of sh*ts. A whole vicious diarrhea attack over some goddamn ice.

But after that one infuriating encounter he decided to inconvenience them at every given opportunity. He’d stack Double Gulps, put firecrackers in them, make a whole goddamn cake out of these stupid carbonated slushies. Whatever it takes to see the Slurpee Warrior throw a fit over some plastic cups. They can try to ban him, but he’ll keep coming back. Not like a goddamn 7/11 has the right to be blacklisting people anyways.

“There you are!” he flashes them a grin under his mask when they storm over, looking every bit furious that he’s here and he’s planning something. “Is that steam comin’ out of your ass or are you happy to see me?” He chortles as he watches them get red and shoot a killing glare.

“You’re gonna love my latest trick!” He’s been cooking this one up for a while now.