What lurks within the dark heart of evil? What dastardly machinations drive the twisted mind of those who devote their every thought to all that is diabolical? What causes a man (or woman) to walk such a dark path? And what happens when the bellicose, the corruptible, the fiendish, and the unholy are asked to contemplate simple moral questions? This final question can be answered through the auspices of this very feature of The JediCole Universe!
Now join us as six of the most vile and despicable representatives of crime, corruption, and wanton destruction are presented with a puzzle into which they can really sink their teeth!
Scenario: You are at a gathering, be it a party, a work event, or just
hanging out with friends, and pizzas have been ordered and eaten earlier. While gathering up the empty boxes you see
that one piece still remains. It is cold
and a bit dry for having been left out so long, but no less tempting for all of
that. Then you notice that someone else
has also spotted this remaining slice and is eying it with equal desire to your
own. What do you do?
Big Sir: Pizzahhhhh!
Pizzahhhhh! Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmiegimmiegimmie! What?
No real pizza? Awwwwwwww!
Viper/Madame Hydra: This is a classic conundrum faced in any group dynamic where
a quantity of delicious pizza has been consumed by all to the point where no
one could possibly even consider, much less actually eat, another bite. Inevitably the passage of time will leave two
or more of the “power eaters” in the group to have managed to digest enough of
their meal to start to feel unnecessary cravings and turn their attention to
the question of any remaining pizza that could satisfy such hunger pangs.
When you think this sort of thing through to such levels of
detail as I do in all things then you cannot help but realize that nobody
involved actually needs more pizza.
Everyone has certainly overeaten as it stands. That is the way it always is when you get a
group together and confront them with a stack of cardboard boxes housing pizzas
topped with everything from just cheese (really?) to an endless variety of
iterations of diced meats and vegetables – everyone eats far more than they
really need. Yet equally inevitably this
leaves one solitary slice untouched that then becomes, simultaneously, the
coveted target of a number of diners.
Why this should be the case is unfathomable, what is certain is that
this last piece should be mine!
There is an advantage in casual situations, like my book
group for example, to being one of the only “girls” in the mix. Men will trip over themselves to surrender
that final piece of pizza to a lady. But
such courtesy is as absent in the super-villain fraternity as are traits like
honesty, compassion, and loyalty. How
often I ran into this very situation when we ordered out for pizza during my
tenure with Hydra or those lost years I spent as part of the Serpent
Society! Let me tell you, trying to
capture the Serpent Crown makes for a mean appetite and the end of the
day! And it’s not like we had a cook
back at headquarters. What do you think
the Serpent Society is, “Emergency”? So
when it comes to that last slice, that much desired prize, I tend to trust my
whip and various throwing knives to make it clear who’s claim on the pizza is
the strongest, especially when you are up against the likes of Death Adder or
Baron Strucker!
Jimbo da Mighty
Lobster: I would just #&@%ing let some other mother-#&@%er
have the #&@%ing thing. I mean, how
the #&@% am I supposed to watch my
#&@%ing weight if I #&@%ing go around eating so #&@%ing much
#&@%ing carb-#&@%ing-heavy pizza?!
I’m #&@%ing out of here!
Floronic Man: Oh I would take it. I
would take all right! I would cradle
that slice of pizza to my chest and liberate it from the meat creatures that
had created this poor abomination!
What? Oh, sorry about
that, perhaps and explanation is in order.
Consider the constituent parts of the pizza. Fields of grain were enslaved to be
mercilessly mowed down and crushed to form the flour that is the basis of its
crust! Vast quantities of tomato plants surrendered
their reproductive fruit to be wasted in a stew of what remained of their
legacy, creating, along with leaves and seeds ripped from herbal plants, a
savory sauce! Other plants were
similarly destroyed to allow for vivisected portions of pepper and onion (and
sometimes pineapple fruit) to mingle with curdled milk and rendered animal
flesh (also spiced with plant life) and subjected to outrageous levels of heat
for the consumption of mankind. Oh
mankind, you evil curse upon the Green!
So you see now why I must spirit away this representation of the havoc
you humans have wrought upon the Plant Kingdom over millennia, find a secluded
patch of earth in which to inter this hideous creation, and leave it to give
nourishment back to the surrounding vegetation rather than sustain the life of
these creatures of the Red!
Either that or I may just use such sentiments as a pretense
to find some out of the way place where I can eat the thing. I was once human myself, after all!
Galactus: You ask such a pointless question to the Devourer of
Worlds?! When I get a case of the
munchies, entire civilizations perish in the process of me temporarily sating
my appetite. I have been around since
the dawn of time! I have consumed
inestimable planets, many replete with sentient life. I have supped of biospheres without number
and you dare to stand in my presence and ask what action I would take if
confronted with but a single slice of pizza amid a crowd of my peers?
While I truly have no peers, being as I am the sole
planet-hungry entity in the universe, I must admit that I have consumed a
copious volume of pizza in my timeless existence. I realize this seems a curious
revelation. After all, how could the
entity that feeds upon the vastness of heavenly bodies possibly have enjoyed
something as relatively insignificant as a pizza pie? The answer is as simple as it is
astonishing!
You see, as in so many things you Earthlings imagine
yourselves unique in the cosmos. By way
of example, the pizza, a foodstuff attributed in its origins to the lands known
as Italy, is actually one of the most commonly occurring consumables
galaxy-wide. From the far flung worlds
of the Badoon to the star-spanning Shi’ar Empire from the disputed quadrants
held by the Kree and Skrulls to the oft-forgotten territories of the Dire
Wraiths there can be found some variation on pizza. Thin crust, buttery pan-baked, hand (or
tentacle) tossed, and deep dish are all available in some form. From pies baked in a savory edible clay pot
to those with crusts stuffed to brimming with cheese, shellfish, or durable
fruits, something akin to your terrestrial pizza can be found anywhere sentient
life has mastered the culinary arts.
As to why I have imparted this knowledge of the existence
pizza and pizza-like dishes may seem perplexing at first, but there truly is
logical reason behind my actions. For
you see, upon further reflection of your query it occurred to me that posing
such to me was not so illogical after all.
Whenever I should happen to dine upon a world populated by civilizations
of any degree of advancement, it is an inevitability that I ALWAYS get the last
slice of pizza – ever!
Mirror Master: Challenges of the type my therapist says I need to
avoid. I really wasted so much of my
life trying to find ways to use mirrors and other reflective surfaces to commit
crimes or just make the Flash’s life miserable.
I even started branching out into holograms and lasers down the line! What a complete and total waste of my
life. Ever since I settled down, got a
job refurbishing old smart phones, and started seeing a counselor my days are a
lot more focused, if routine. In fact I've lapsed into such a rut that it would probably do me good to take some of
my co-workers up on offers to go out for a beer or go to their place to watch
the big game. Hell, I was even invited
to a birthday party next weekend! I
should really go to that party and you know, I think I will.
Those kinds of parties usually have some kind of meal or
snacks. And knowing some of the folks I
work with they are more the “order out” than “home cook” types, so there’s
bound to be pizza there. And the worst
thing about ordering a bunch of pizzas is that there is never enough,
especially of the ones with the best toppings.
Someone always over-orders the “Supreme” and never gets enough of
something like sausage and mushroom.
That always leads to the kind of competition for the last slice you were
asking about. Luckily I always have some
mirrors of my own creation at hand, even now days. Yeah, I know, Dr. Michaels would say that is
not a good idea, but I don’t carry near as many any more. And I long ago sold off my old mirror guns to
a crime museum in California. Sometimes
a common mirror comes in handy, right?
Or even an uncommon prismatic rotational projecting mirror. So what if I have a pair of those with me at
this party? It just means some buffoon
who goes after that last piece of sausage and mushroom gets a fist full of
empty air while I am enjoying the coveted slice without looking like I even
have the thing in my hand! He can pick
the onions off that leftover supreme if he’s so damn hungry!
Jimbo da Mighty Lobster: Oh! And if you see that #&@%er Savage Dragon, tell him I’m #&@%ing ready to kick his smug #&@%ing ass!