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Yet another Friday night had fallen upon Destiny City, its darkness reaching from one corner of the population to the other. In response to the Sun's departure, DC had come to life with its own lights and colors, predominantly focused in the downtown district as its citizens once again chose to welcome in the weekend with an array of music, drinking and late night store hours.

Akio Yoshida had chosen to spend this Friday night intoxicated as well, in accordance to any proper college student's weekend agenda. The evening's party of choice had been called off due to an early police raid at the fraternity house he'd been attending on campus. The po-po's arrival had caused the young men to separate and scatter from the premises, leaving Akio to now wander the streets of Destiny City on his second mission for the evening:

Tacos.

He thought he had recalled a Mexican themed food truck that patrolled close to the downtown area over the course of the weekend, but now he wasn't so certain. Different smells from different nearby restaurants wafted in the air, but none of them contained the alluring scent of his favorite cheap Mexican delicacy. The young man continued his awkward gait down the sidewalk, mindful to dodge passing couples and groups as his eyes continued to search for the familiar red and yellow beat-up food van.

Oh where on Earth were the tacos?

When the yelling had started, Akio had been drunkenly perplexed at the sudden loud noises that began storming in his direction. Comments of queso had been missed, the only phrases he was catching involving crushing internal organs into tiny decorative jewelry pieces. And murder. Really loud threats of murder.

A normal individual would have run screaming at the sight of someone as towering and terrifying as Don Diablos heading towards them. Some might have reverted to childhood impulses and peed their pants. Others might faint.

But Akio, as drunk as he was, instinctively did the only thing he could do at a moment's notice, the fear of being pulverized the sole thought in his clouded stupor.

Akio Yoshida turned into a fuzzy, white seal.

The horrified deer-in-the-headlights expression remained on his face, but now with wider, more innocent looking eyes. And maybe an extra hundred more pounds of blubber, which promptly rolled over and flopped helplessly along the sidewalk.

Had he anything in his bladder, Don Diablos might have found out what it felt like to have a seal pup urinate on him. Thankfully, however, his fear remained strictly in the wide, innocent expression on his sealish face as the giant, terrifying man picked him up as though he weighed nothing instead of his seventy-pound blubbery self.

"O-Ork."

A sensible argument to make, at least in Seal's opinion. Several more orks and general grunts were vocalized, but it seemed the great Don Diablos was determined to return the aquatic mammal to his home. And, truth be told, the transformed college student would much prefer being tossed in the ocean as opposed to having his face smashed in by the man who's testosterone level probably put all other men's to shame.

It was only as he dangled from the arms of the wrestler that he noticed the delicious smell wafting from the bag also being held by the wrestler.

Were those... tacos?