Ben's power was the thing of miracles. If anything, it seemed to be getting stronger over time - after a vague paragraph of text on the possible effects of bioelectricity, he was able to regrow Larry's severed leg.

  Larry wished he was able to be happy with that. That he could help save the world with his friend (and make a lot of money). But. He was unfortunately cursed with an illogical sense of justice. His grandmother being brutally murdered by Hellion's Killion's was something he could not let go. So he planned. And he plotted.

  And finally the day he prepared for arrived. He strapped on his suicide vest, and dragged Ben along with him, armed with a baseball bat with a nail in it.

  Ben had insisted he had no interest in a suicide mission against a super villain's personal army. That Larry's revenge was his own business, and had nothing to do with him. However Larry said he'd buy him a taco, so there was nothing he could do.

  After waving goodbye to a rather friendly and rather green taco deliveryman, they entered the phonebooth together. Larry had bought the code to activate it a week ago (from a fellow who coincidentally resembled the fellow they just met), and punched in the secret numbers. 1-800-HELLION.

  The telephone booth quickly shot down the tubes, twisting to and fro. There was a 'ding!' as it reached its destination and the doors opened.

  Contrary to their expectations, they were not immediately assaulted by a mob. In fact, they strolled right in to the facility.

  Despite being on guard and looking rather tense, nobody attacked them. In fact, more than a couple of the people waved at them as they crossed paths.

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  Until....

  "It's you! You took my leg! Killed my grandmother! DIE!"

  Larry was already on top of him, but when he pressed the button, all he heard was a 'click'.

  He tried it a few more times. 'click' 'click' 'click'

  ... what the hell?

  Tofu explained things for him: "Our tinker set up a thing that disables suicide vests in the base."

  "... is that so."

  "Oh, and if you're looking for your grandmother, she's over there in the rec room."

  "... huh?"

  Larry went into the room he was pointed towards, and inside saw minions playing a variety of games. Pool, card games, a video game console hooked to a TV....

  And just as promised...

  "Gramma?"

  "Oh, hello dearie. It's nice to see you."

  "Why... what are you doing here?"

  "Oh that's quite the story. Let's just say these boys rescued me from that awful place, and are nice enough to play dominoes with this old lady every day."

  This... wasn't something Larry saw coming. Maybe Hellion's people really were heroes, like the rumors on the street always said. He had thought it was bullshit ever since their attack, but not even he could rescue his grandmother out of that home. Maybe together they could...

  "Oh... this is so great.... really." Larry began to sniffle a bit. "Since you're fine, I can relax and focus on saving the world with Ben. Nobody will ever have to die from getting too old, from cancer, or mutavus ever again."

  Suddenly Ben's head sprayed blood like a pincushion pumping out a thousand garden hoses, as bullets intersected that melon from every angle.

  "Finally got that fuck!"