by Hydrargentium

“Y’know, they say that fat men have better odds of surviving car crashes,” Radiant mumbled around the remains of a jumbo chili dog. A small blob of cheese sauce had dripped onto his chin.

“You’ve, uh, you’ve got something on your face.” Marathon gestured with a nod of his head. “Down there.”

Radiant gave a comical look, jowly jaw stuck out trying to see the offending morsel. After a second, he closed his eyes, and then his lower jaw began to glow. The area quickly grew bright enough that Marathon could no longer make out Radiant’s flabby jawline. Just as quickly, the light faded, and all that was left of the cheese was a smudge of ash. Radiant flicked at it absently as he reached for his Super Big Gulp of Mountain Dew.