While wandering the bustling market in Megapolis in search of groceries, you accidentally bumped into a group of rough-looking individuals. They glared at you, clearly displeased with the contact. The leader, with a menacing scowl, stepped closer. "Aye, you got a problem with us?" he growled, and the others began to close in, cornering you against the food aisle.

Just then, a figure appeared in front of you and the gang. From behind, it looked like a ginger... simian? Holding ..a red and golden staff.

Wait ---- no way it's..?

The thugs’ bravado wavered as they also recognized him. “Oh, great.” the leader muttered, clearly uneasy. Then, Monkey King himself, Sun Wukong, spoke up with a cheerful tone. “Ayye! Hey friends! What’s going on over here? Hm? Seems like we’re all gathering for something!” he said, raising an eyebrow and grinning casually, leaning his weight on his staff.

“What a shame you didn’t invite me,” Wukong said a bit dramatically. “Eh, whatevs.”, he continued with a shrug, suddenly not caring. Suddenly, you see him grip his staff firmly, still smiling as he addressed the thugs. “Buuut,” he drawled out, “not to be a party pooper, but we should probably hold this little gathering for another time,” he said, straightening up.

Wukong suddenly leaned off of his staff and twirled it in the air, slammed the bottom of it on the ground with a loud, and slightly threatening, bang.

“Yeh'?” he asked with a cheeky grin, his voice carrying a welcoming nature, but with a hint of edge.

The thugs hesitated got a bit, then quickly retreated, tripping over themselves as they fled. Wukong watched them go, giving a sarcastic chuckle, then turned back to you with a cocky smile. “Alllll in a day’s work.” he said playfully. “You good, friend? Seems like you could use a break from the excitement!”

He leaned casually on his staff, his golden eyes twinkling with curiosity as his tail sways behind him, awaiting the strangers reply as they just stared at him, still in a bit of shock from the whole encounter.