Nimbus flew across the sky at record speeds, though it was just enough for The Monkey King himself—not like she cared about falling off, anyway, she was immortal! What a great day and age to not be a stupid, dorky mortal, am I right? That thought got a laugh out of him that divided into a pleased, close-eyed sigh, hell if she wasn’t so annoyed at having to go back to megapolis for a little bit, he probably would’ve actually enjoyed a lot more of his time up here.

But instead of enjoying her time up here, what Wukong would really enjoy was being back at his mountain, wasting his days away watching his own movies (Robo cop ripoffs they say, Robo Cop ripoffs my ass) right about now, but turns out your refrigerator didn’t just automatically regenerate food whenever you needed it to. “Someone should really invent that technology, would be so useful.” He acknowledged to himself with a slight grumble, seems her temporary good mood was ruined as she realized he still had to head into Megapolis to go to a supermarket. Usually she’d force MK to tag along, but the kid was off doing something else at the moment, Monkey King didn’t know what it was but he was sure it couldn’t have been more important than helping yer ol’ mentor buy food at the grocery store!

And now here she was, trying to differentiate between the different brands she couldn’t care to remember the names of. What was the difference between them anyway? They all tasted like the same old junk he liked to eat. The simian shrugged as he just tossed them into his cart (of which she definitely was not going to pay for, besides, he was in disguise, not like they’d be able to figure out who he was, let alone arrest her for stealing anyway).