RF writhed around relentlessly, attempting to regain control over his frayed nerves. It was no use. His body needed time to recover, and for now, he was powerless.
American Baseball Cap quickly removed RF’s fashionable headwear, and walked it over to a large vat of… something. RF couldn’t tell what it was, exactly, but he knew it was hot. Very hot.
American Baseball Cap strode with a mix of nonchalance and hesitancy. Just as he reached the container, RF spoke up.
“What do you think this is going to accomplish? Do you think you’ll have defeated me by burning up my hat?”
American Baseball Cap stopped. He did not look at RF, he simply stared into the vat of burning substance.
“What’s your goal in life? Where are you headed with these hairbrained schemes of taking over the world? You could’ve worked for the better of humanity, and yet you waste your life in a desperate grab for power”
American Baseball Cap’s face turned pink.
“Even if you stop me, you’ll never reach your goal. If you make it to the top, you’ll only destroy yourself. The air is thin that high up, but you’re so greedy you’ll hyperventilate for the pleasure of wasting oxygen.”
“QUIET!” American Baseball Cap screamed at the top of his lungs.
Baseball Cap quickly threw the fedora into a waiting inferno. Then he turned to Russian.
“Face it. No matter how powerful you get, in the end you will suffocate under your own insolence”
Baseball Cap walked toward RF, his face a crimson red. He grabbed Russian by the collar, ripped him from his place on the ground, and carried him to the vat.
“You have spoken long enough” American Baseball Cap spat in an angry fluster.
But just as Baseball Cap began to lift RF up, a mighty explosion ripped through the wall in front of him, startling both and hurling a great rock of debris in his direction…