He looks at the very restaurant that has been the source of so much misery for him for so many years. Just the sight of this place makes him seethe with rage. So much of his youth was wasted in here. So much of himself, and he got so little back, even from the bastard manager that he just ate.
The sheer thought made him unleash a gutteral, inhuman roar. In the midst of his power trip, he rears back his leg and sends it forward at full speed, plowing it through the restaurant. Just from the momentum, the building collapsed on impact and the remains caught fire, but it wasn't enough for him. He then starts to stomp the remains, determined to leave nothing of the place.
After a while of stomping, he finally gets it down to his satisfaction, leaving miniscule and smouldering rubble. He looks at his work and lets out another roar, pounding his chest as well as he looks at the crowd that has gathered.
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