[ WP ] You are a well-loved and extremely popular food cart vendor in your city , a city that happens to be pretty populated by superheroes and supervillains alike . Describe a typical closing night for you .

This city's full of people with superpowers. Some use them to get what they want, consequences be damned. Some try to use them to keep the peace. Some just use them to get through their daily lives. Some do n't want to use them at all. Superheroes? Supervillians? Pah. They're just people. Give a man a gun or a bomb, he could do the same. Me? I'm the only goddamn hero in this town. I do n't kill people, in the name of justice or in the name of greed. No. It's two o'clock AM. One hour'til close. I'm at Jake's Lightning Burritos. 
 
 I'm Jake. 
 
 And I feed people. 
 
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 A chill wind makes my little trailer shake. Ca n't tell whether Windsday sneezed again or if it's just the weather acting up. I do n't mind; it gets hot in here, what with all the cooking and refrigerators. I always meant to pipe the fridge exhausts to outside the trailer, but it keeps me warm in the winter and nobody wants to start melting when they get near me in the summer. I'm a tough guy. You have to be, in this town. Hot in the summer, freezing in the winter, wet all year round. At least my trailer keeps me dry. 
 
 `` Hey!'' It's The Ballerina! She always tips well. Love that gal. 
 
 `` Hey, Bally! The hell you doin' up so late?'' 
 
 `` Went to go see some Balanchine, had to go stop a guy who tried to rob the place. I'm famished.'' Even so, she starts swinging her leg back and forth, kicking above her head and then back again above her hips. Think she said it was gran-bat-maw or something like that? I dunno. 
 
 `` Well, it's late, so I'm runnin' low on stuff. You know the drill, what I got on the menu's all I have.'' 
 
 `` Ooh, I do n't think I've had the Vegan Tiger before.'' 
 
 `` Mmm, one Vegan Tiger --'' I take another look at her. `` Nah, you're gon na need four of these bad boys tonight.'' 
 
 Bally blushes. `` You know me too well, Jake.'' 
 
 `` I know everyone too well.'' Ah, the vegan burritos. One of my best ideas, to be honest. Veggies are cheap if you know where to get them, and they'll sing loud and proud for ya if you treat'em right. Everyone needs to eat more veggies, and it gets me the business of the high-and-mighty types too. I do n't like a lot of'em, but it ai n't my job to like nobody. I'm here to feed'em. Give'em an ear or two if they need it. An earful if they need that, too. `` A'ight, Bally, eight bucks.'' 
 
 She sticks a hand down her leo and puts a sweaty twenty on the counter. `` Keep the change as apology for the boobsweat.'' 
 
 I grimace and hand over the burritos. `` Come on, Bally, do n't do this to me. Get some damn pockets!'' 
 
 `` Alright, alright already.'' She starts wolfing one of her burritos down and making noises that belong in a bed, not at a food cart. 
 
 I make some damn good burritos. I also have to pick her sweaty twenty up with a spare set of tongs and hang it up to dry. She wanders over to a bench to go sit down, only to dart off and return dragging a guy with handcuffs on. 
 
 `` You've never had Jake's, right? This is your last chance before that stupid three strikes law puts you away forever. My treat.'' 
 
 The man stops struggling and resigns himself to being dragged along. I do n't help matters by laughing my ass off. `` You the guy that tried to rob the ballet?'' 
 
 `` I was trying to rob the audience. Thought only rich people went to the ballet.'' He looks down at his feet, face starting to burn. `` Man, I do n't want this. I do n't wan na go back to prison.'' 
 
 I lean over the counter. `` You made your bed, man. Now you got ta lie in it. Last bit of food on the outside, what's it gon na be.'' 
 
 He looks up at the menu with tears in his eyes. `` I know. I know...'' He sighs. `` I think I'll have a Peanut Panic.'' 
 
 Mmm, that's a good one. `` Be glad it was Bally tonight instead of someone like Captain Crush.'' I call from the kitchen, `` They'd be cleaning you out of the carpets instead of feeding you burritos.'' I hand him his and he starts chowing down, making a point of chewing slow, savoring each bite. 
 
 `` You know,'' he says as he turns to me, face starting to swell, `` I couldn't've asked for a better last meal. Thank you.'' He finishes his burrito before his throat swells shut and closes his eyes, trying to still his body. Bally panics and searches him for an epipen, but to no avail. None of the cops have anything. Paramedics are too far away. He's dead. I shake my head and pull down my shade. Closing up early tonight. I step outside into the air and give poor Bally a hug as she cradles the dead man in her lap.
