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I watch in maniacal glee as Greg thanks Sonar for the burrito, and begins eating it, like the flesh off the bones of his fallen enemies.

As the wall of stomach acid fall down upon him, Greg looks at it with a face of pure apathy and resumes eating his burrito.

I tell the chicken army to witness the greatness of Greg.

The wave washes over him, and flows away to reveal a pile of heavily corroded bones. I grin as I have complete faith that this was all part of Greg's plan, and he was just waiting to strike.