"... and once my dark power has reached its zenith, these pitiful mortals will have no defense! Nothing can shield them from the devastation I will unleash! The chaos, the turmoil! I will-"

"Hey, could you hold that thought?" Earth Guardian Terra held up a hand, as if to silence the inter-dimensional conqueror. There was a scent in the air...

"What? You dare interrupt me, the Grand Destructor of-"

"Yeah yeah yeah, just hold on, ok?" Her head swiveled, searching for the source. There. A hotdog stand of all things. Abandoned by its owner when the super-powered fight had begun. Terra made a beeline for it. There were several fresh hotdogs still sitting under a plexiglass shield.

"What are you doing?" The Grand Destructor of Wherever sounded on guard, expecting some kind of trick. Terra began assembling a bun with mustard and relish. Carefully, she plucked a warm dog from the tray and nestled it in the center before immediately taking an enormous bite.

"Are you... eating? Now?!"

"Mmf... yeah, listen," Terra said through a mouthful of hotdog, "You have any idea how many calories I burned fighting your goons? I'm starved over here."

"I do not care about your stomach, you wretched-" but Terra wasn't listening.

"I mean, my powers are fueled by dance," she said while taking another bite, "Have you ever tried to dance continuously for friggin' twenty minutes? Ridiculous." The Grand Destructor looked stunned.

"And transforming in the first place does some weird shit to my metabolism. It's like I'm running on overdrive. I need fuel." She shoved the final piece into her mouth. "God, that hits the spot."

"Are you finished then? As I was saying-"

"Yeah, skip the rest of the monologue dude," Terra cracked her knuckles, "I'm about to kick your ass."