It was Summer, if I recall correctly. Large white clouds in the sky as we strolled down Kirkwood. We were sharing plans for our eventual conquest of the Earth. You had that silly little "Death machine" you kept going on and on about and I was working on that one ritual which you gave me some helpful pointers on, thank you.

Then, we stopped to get coffee at Soma and you tried to pay the bill because, you said, you would be ruling the Earth soon and what was one simple cup of java compared to World Domination. But, I said, "Oh no, I'll get the bill because I'm going to rule the Earth."

While the coffee chick simply waited for someone to pay, we realized that BOTH of us couldn't rule the Earth at the same time and before anyone knew what happened, you had called in your Black Satin ninja and I had called in my Bartab Brawlers and there was Chaos on Kirkwood. There was ozone and cordite in the air and the last time I saw you, at least until we called a truce, you were diving behind that old McDonald's building. I can't be too sure though as I was trying to get out of the way of that runaway delivery truck.

Man, you surprised me with that wrist gun though!
Ah, the good ol' days...