Zantara had luckily or unluckily enough missed out on all of the excitement outside of his kitchen. He'd spent the last few hours measuring out the dimensions of the entire room, following power lines, checking the gas lines and seeing exactly where they lead.
He had pulled out his dimensional-cell phone and had made a few calls to a multi-verse department store that he knew, flipping through their catalogue as he sipped on a cup of coffee. He'd put away all of the silverware and pots and pans within one of the walk in refrigerators, to get them all out of his way.
Closing the phone as he finished his order, Zantara removed the black button up shirt and rolled up the sleeves of his t-shirt. Pulling a bandana out of his pouch, he manifested a sledge hammer in his left gloved hand. Letting the instrument dangle back and forth, he looked over at the small boombox that he'd brought out and with a telepathic motion it turned on, the heavy metal rift of Blind Gardians Lost in the Twilight Hall began to pound within the small room. Tying his hair back with the skull and crossbones covered bandana, he lifted up and began the work, smashing the cabinets away, sending shards of wood into the air. Tapping his foot to the bass drum beat, he continued to demolish the kitchen, the racket barely loud enough to be heard over the loud music that was rattling the liquor in the main bar area.