[ 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 .

`` Hey! Hey!'' 
 
 I clang the corrugated steel siding of my cart. Wielding my tongs like lecturer's pointer, I gesture to the sign celotaped to the back of my toaster-oven. 
 
 `` No fightin' an' no powahs. Or no hot pastrami.'' 
 
 Neither one wanting to lower their guard first, The Specialist and his nemesis Jack-O-All kept brows low and dukes high. 
 
 `` Now Richard, I ca n't let Jack-O...'' 
 
 I give the tongs a resolute snap and gesture to the sign again. 
 
 `` B-but justice never sleeps in...'' 
 
 `` Yeah? Well if justice wan'stah eat, no fightin' an' no powahs.'' I flip the pastrami on the griddle so rough, you could swear they saw the technicolored'Pow!' `` An' the name's Rick, get it right.'' 
 
 The Specialist lowers his fists, prompting Jack to go in for the strike. Another thunderous snap of my tongs halts him in his track. 
 
 `` Listen up Mac!'' 
 
 `` Uh, it's Jack...'' 
 
 `` Whatevah! I got two rules! No fightin' an'...'' 
 
 `` Yes, yes, and no powers. However I, Jack-O...'' 
 
 `` It's late right?'' I'Slam!' some onion on the griddle. 
 
 `` Well, yes... But Villainy also never slee...'' 
 
 `` An' it's real cold out heah on the streets right?'' I'Wham!' some peppers down onto the cook-top. 
 
 `` I suppose there is a bit of an Autumn chill tonight.'' He murmurs. 
 
 `` An' all ya really want right now is a hot pastrami sammich an' tah go home after a long day right?'' The toaster-oven timer dings and I'Biff!' two hot rolls out into separate paper boats. 
 
 Jack-O-All's shoulders go slack and he let's out a sigh. `` Yes that does sound nefarious right about now.'' The Specialist mutters in agreement. 
 
 I layer in the pastrami, onions, peppers, cheese. As I slide the boats across the swing-up counter, The Specialist starts patting around for his wallet. 
 
 `` Oh darn-it-all! I must have left my cash in my other unitard.'' 
 
 `` Do n't stress, I'll cover you this time. You did suggest it and all.'' Jack-O-All said pulling out a crisp twenty. I took the bill and held it up to the street light, no watermark. 
 
 `` Fake.'' I'Thwacked!' the dollar down. The Specialist snapped it up and shot Jack a cross look. 
 
 `` Haha, oops.'' Jack said, feigning innocence. `` This one should be fine.'' 
 
 After it checked out I slip it into my lockbox and start counting out change. 
 
 `` Just keep it, my treat.'' Said The Specialist as he takes the sandwiches. Jack-O-All indignantly swipes his sandwich away. They both mumble a'thanks' and walk off into the night. As I turn off my griddle for the night I hear them talking like old friends, through bites of food. Good? Evil? None of that matters on a cold night with a hot pastrami.
