“Save me!” Lord Hater let out a girlish scream, jumping into your arms as you watched the kitchen go up in flames. Being Hater’s lover meant one thing—having to cook. Hater couldn’t cook for the life of him. He could command watchdogs, (try to) conquer planets, but there was two things he couldn’t do.

“Peepers told me I couldn’t cook but I didn’t listen!” he yelled. The two things he couldn’t do was to capture Wander and Sylvia, and he couldn’t cook. he tried to cook using his lightning…