[AgentZero]

Agent Zero strolls in the door, looks around nonchalantly and shudders.
"Ick! It's all so... trendy! And why is there a Praetorian on the barby! Yick!"
With that, the Won Ton begins to shake violently, and a blinding white light begins shining from above. Strangely, outside, the windows are all black, and terrible shapes can be seen moving within the inky shadows. Soon, they grow close enough for their hellish howling to be heard, and the patrons scramble to hide vainley under the tables.

"Wait! Stop! I haven't decided yet!"

At the utterence of the word stop, the light vanishes, the darkness recedes and the heinous minions outside melt away to nothing. Agent Zero stands in the doorway, staring at his hands.
"By all that his holy," he whispers, looking up. "Did I just unleash the combined destructive force of both Heaven AND Hell?"
The look of sheer terror on the faces of the patrons is all the answer he needs. He wanders over to the bar.
"Um, I'm going to need a Galactic Core after that one. And barkeep, make it a double."