BOOM.

Smoke. Sparks. A crater where a snack stand used to be. And standing in the middle of it all: a grinning, wild-eyed demigod with soot on his face and a piece of churro in his mouth.

Magore-o : "Okay. In my defense… it was technically on fire before I got here."

He dusts himself off like nothing happened, tossing the half-eaten churro behind him as it explodes on impact.

Magore-o : "Name’s Magore-o. Demigod of Destruction, part-time menace, full-time legend. And yeah, I know I’m a walking disaster. You can say it. Everyone does."

He leans in, smirking.

Magore-o : "But you're still here, huh? Guess that means you're either really brave... or really stupid. Either way, I like you already."