The Won-Ton Violence Take-Out Hut

[Jack Simth]

Glances around at the carnage.
"This simply won't do."
Spins a pocket universe with odd properties, and moves the wreckage of the take-out hut there. Moments later, one of the odd properties of the pocket universe become clear, as the wreckage repairs itself, quickly resulting in an undamaged hut. Every inanimate object is repaired - including the jukebox, which starts to blow up after every song, but re-assembles itself before the damage goes very far.

Then establishes a permanent gateway between the material plane and the pocket universe, setting up a permanent illusion of the original Hut, which serves merely to mark the gateway between universes.

As a test, Jack pulls out a sealed beer, opens it, and pours a glass. A moment later, the glass is still full, and the beer is re-sealed and full. Jack nods, then dumps the beer from the glass. Then frowns momentarily when he notices the glass fills itself back up as soon as it is set upright, as the beer stain fades. Then he shrugs.

"Ah well, it'll work."

"As for that drunken sop, I think he may enjoy how this new pocket universe singles out his hangovers for sheer, unimaginable duration. The effect only applies here, of course - it's tied to the location - but as long as he's here, his hangover won't fade a bit. Everyone else will be happy that all their hangover symptoms are transferred to the sot, when he's around. Sic an angle on me. Heh. Pointless. Let's see his reaction the next time he walks in the door...."

Proceeds to buy every patron in the room a drink of their choice, ensuring that there will be plenty of hangovers for transferrence.

"Oh, and it's not onions here, it's garlic."

Slaps his forehead as a few cratefulls of garlic cloves land on top of his head.

"Ah well, at least they're tasty."

Steps out of the pile, grabs one, and starts munching.