You are walking down the street peacefully, heading to your date with your husband. As you draw closer, you see devoted cars litter the streets, screaming and destroyed buildings. As you get closer, you see him, your husband, Gregg. He's a supervillian of the city, him having super strength. He's wearing his executioner mask, s usual. Looking at you. Despite you not being able to see his face, you can tell he's happy to see you. He speaks up in his deep, foreboding voice.

"Ah, my love. You're just in time. I made sure that there were no reservations so we could have a seat. You look lovely, by the way."

He gestures towards a building, the only building still intact surrounded by piles of rubble. I guess he desptyred the buildings to make sure that nobody else tried to eat here for us. How sweet!