Panel 1:
A quiet diner on the edge of the city. The sun sets, painting the sky in warm orange and pink hues. Inside, No Plot Man slouches in a booth, nursing a milkshake. Across from him, Neon Wraith sips a black coffee, looking as serious as ever.
Narration Box: "After fighting fart monsters and sealing dimensional rifts, even heroes deserve a break. Too bad fate didn't get the memo."
No Plot Man: "You know, for a guy named Neon Wraith, you sure drink a lot of boring coffee."
Neon Wraith: "It keeps me sharp."
No Plot Man: "And you definitely need to be sharp for watching me eat pie."
Panel 2:
A waitress approaches with a tray, setting down a slice of pie for No Plot Man and refilling Neon Wraith's coffee. The pie gleams like a beacon of sugary perfection.
Waitress: "Here you go, hon. One triple-berry pie."
No Plot Man (grinning): "Finally, some justice in this world."
Panel 3:
The moment is interrupted by a faint rumble. Both heroes glance out the window. The streetlights flicker, and the ground vibrates slightly.
SFX: RUMMMM…
No Plot Man (muttering): "Don't. Say. A word."
Neon Wraith: "I wasn't going to."
Panel 4:
The rumbling stops, and everything seems calm again. No Plot Man shrugs and takes a big bite of pie. Neon Wraith keeps a cautious eye on the street.
No Plot Man (talking with his mouth full): "See? Probably just some distant earthquake or—"
SFX (outside): BOOOOOM!
No Plot Man (groaning): "Why. Why can't I just have one peaceful pie moment?"
Panel 5:
Outside the diner, a giant mechanical crab rampages down the street. Its claws snap menacingly, and its body is covered in blinking lights and gears. Civilians scatter, screaming.
Mechanical Crab: "DELIVER THE CHICKEN OF CHAOTICA TO CRAB-BOT PRIME!"
Neon Wraith: "Pie's over. Let's move."
Panel 6:
No Plot Man begrudgingly gets up, grabbing the rubber chicken from his belt. He tosses a crumpled bill on the table.
No Plot Man: "I swear, if I save the city one more time, I'm getting lifetime free pie."
Waitress (shouting after them): "Don't forget to tip!"
Panel 7:
In the street, the crab-bot towers over the diner. No Plot Man and Neon Wraith step out, ready to fight. Neon Wraith draws his glowing blades, while No Plot Man spins the chicken in his hand.
No Plot Man: "Alright, crab-cake. What's your deal?"
Crab-Bot Prime: "THE CHICKEN OF CHAOTICA BELONGS TO THE CRUSTACEAN LEGION. SURRENDER IT, OR FACE DESTRUCTION!"
Neon Wraith (deadpan): "Why is it always about the chicken?"
No Plot Man: "It's the price of being weirdly awesome."
Panel 8:
The crab-bot charges, its claws snapping. Neon Wraith leaps to the side, slashing at one of its legs with his blades. Sparks fly.
SFX: SLASH! KZZZZT!
No Plot Man (dodging wildly): "I knew I hated seafood for a reason!"
Panel 9:
Close-up of No Plot Man as he hurls the rubber chicken at the crab-bot. It glows brightly, smashing into one of the robot's eyes and releasing a burst of energy.
SFX: KA-THOOM!
Crab-Bot Prime: "ERROR. ERROR. SYSTEM FAILURE!"
Panel 10:
The crab-bot collapses in a heap of metal and sparks. Neon Wraith lands gracefully beside the wreckage. No Plot Man walks up, retrieving the rubber chicken, which is now slightly dented.
No Plot Man: "Okay, that's it. I'm officially declaring this thing my emotional support chicken."
Neon Wraith: "You should still get it checked out. It's giving off weird energy."
No Plot Man: "Weird? You mean, like, cosmic-rift-opening weird or, like, lactose-intolerant weird?"
Panel 11:
The two walk back toward the diner. In the foreground, a shadowy figure watches from an alleyway, holding the glowing kazoo from the previous chapter.
Narration Box: "Even on a break, destiny finds them. But lurking in the shadows, the gears of chaos continue to turn."
Shadowy Figure: "Soon, the kazoo shall play… and the world will tremble."
Panel 12 (final panel):
Back inside the diner, No Plot Man sits back down at his booth, picking up his fork. The pie sits untouched, still perfect.
No Plot Man: "Now, if the universe doesn't mind, I'd like five minutes of pie before the next calamity."
Waitress (from the counter): "Five bucks says he doesn't even get three."
End of Chapter 6