Re: King Of The Hill
Valkyries, New Yorkers, Elder Gods, and comic book fans unite and descend upon you, all exacting vengeance for your various transgressions: profaning sacred ground, killing the Turtles, destroying an awesome pizzeria, and chronically atrocious spelling errors. You never even see them coming; you're ripped limb from limb, shredded, and reduced to vapor within fractions of a second. A really big cairn is raised over the site of your tragic act of terrorism, and the collected host solemnly charges me with rebuilding, with carrying on, to restore hope to pizza eaters everywhere. In memoriam: Donatello, Raphael, Leonardo, Michelangelo, Splinter, Casey, April, and assorted victims.
Pizza lovers' memorial cairn/restaurant.