For some reason, there's a food truck con happening in Princeton, New Jersey, and both Bigtop Burger and Zomburger are there! But after an unfortunate event, Zomburger explodes... now seeking vengeance, Cesare hunts down steve.
But instead of venge...
Look at all of these plebeians. Walking around, buying edible food. None the wiser of the literal zombie watching over them. It's almost adorable. Seeing them scuttle about, buying all kinds of foods.. tacos, burritos, ice cream, pupusas, pizza, burgers... Burgers, from every food truck. Aw man, they dig those burgers. From the ones by Tony McBurgerBoy to the ones grilled with an air fryer. They love all of the burger food trucks. Well. Except for one. The burger-filled food truck most of those mortals refuse to buy from being...
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They avoid Zomburger for good reasons, however. Rumor has it that Zomburger is simply the worst food truck to ever get burgers from, considered by many to be the worst food truck in general. Their reputation is terrible, and the sanitation of their kitchen is even worse. FMCSA shivers at the thought of Zomburger. All of those lousy health inspectors, getting goosebumps when they see the sheer filth of one spatula.
The man, I mean wolf, who runs this food truck, Cesare, is fully aware of his bad rep. He doesn't give a damn. He has no reason to, he's only here to get... the clown. The legality of his food truck doesn't matter. Not even his (relatively) normal employees care too much, so long as they get paid! What are those employees even doing right now, anyway? Seems like they're setting up for the day. Although, there's only one that matters at the moment, and that's the big guy. Conrad. He's currently setting up the gas stove, all he needs is... gas! Thankfully Cesare is here to give him a.. a jug. "Here fill the gas tank with this." He tosses the gas jug to his employee. "Uh, boss," Conrad nervously catches it, "are you sure it's safe to store gas in a jug?" "Of course not." With that, Cesare walks off to deal with his other employees. Alright. Well, now all Conrad has to do is fill the gas tank... he's not sure how much gas he should fill it up with. Uncertain, he fills it to the brim. What's the worst that could happen?
There's a lot that could happen.
A few hours go by, not a single visitor to Zomburger. Nobody is surprised. Eventually Cesare gets annoyed of his employees, and sends them off for a brunch break (least to say they were thrilled). Now alone in his truck, Cesare paces around, reflecting on his past, avoiding a few open circuits scattered about.
Damn...
What a tragic past (Woah, almost slipped on some oil).
One could even shed a tear.
His dramatic dwelling is interrupted by an inconveniently timed customer. All they order is a simple Zomburger, with a mocking grin. Whatever. Cesare plods on over to the gas stove to begin cooking up a nasty burger. Stupid customer. Interrupting his moping time. Stupid. Hey what's that whooshing sound?
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WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAHHHH!!!
The stove, along with the entire food truck, explodes into oblivion. Cesare is sent flying miles away, crashing into the dirt, covered in burn marks and glass shards. What the hell just happened?! Does this have something to do with the open circuits? Or is it because of the spilled cooking alcohols and oil everywhere? Maybe those health inspectors were onto something. Wait. No, of course not. It wasn't any of the above, that'd make too much sense. No, this was a planned attack... and he knows exactly who did this.
It was that clown lunatic! It couldn't have been anything else. That stupid fool hid bombs everywhere in his truck just to slightly inconvenience Cesare. Well, bravo! He wants a petty war?
