Mike scrambled to the ingredients section as the Burger King summoned his with bright flames. "Shoot now they're cooked" He said, then he teleported himself to Notre dame. It went on fire. He teleported himself to the kitchen after getting his ingredients. With light speed he rolled his dough and dumped his ingredients on. It was beautiful, with yellow watermelon, cinnamon, eucalyptus sweets and beef bacon. Mike on the other hand made a disgusting pepperoni pizza with stringy mozzarella and clean bountiful amounts of meat. He was of no match for the Burger King, though Mike had a plan. Mike was Asian, he also had fresh bat.
