Luke was debating whether to strike now or bide his time, when fate intervened and made the choice for him. A blast of flame ripped through the shopfront windows and devoured the first couple aisles of junk food and outrageously overpriced groceries, and he noted approvingly as Shaggy tossed the cutie pie over the counter to safety. Luke dove behind a nearby stand of toilet paper and plucked his earbuds out of his head before taking another bite of his apple.<br/><br/>'Ah, Marcos, you really do provide me the most interesting jobs...'<br/><br/>As the fire dissipated, Luke poked his head up just high enough to catch some of the conflict between Shaggy and the toaster, and his grin returned as he heard enough snippets of the conversation to piece their relationship together. His teeth sank back into the apple and a bit of juice ran down his chin as he watched little brother pop Shaggy and hightail it out the back. Luke was just about to move forward to take advantage of the situation when a suit burst onto the scene, cursing to himself and scanning the area for further threats, his weapon at the ready.<br/><br/>"Hey, you! Call for help, 911! Now!" The suit cried, his eyes on Luke before turning back to inspect Shaggy's wounds. Luke manufactured a suitably panicked expression and pulled out a burn phone, jammed the buttons in what appeared to be controlled hysteria, and forced himself to hold back his laughter as he spoke to the emergency services operator.<br/><br/>"Uh, uh, yeah, um, there was this...this huge EXPLOSION, I'm-I'm-I'm in a store on, what was it, yeah, 43rd Street, yeah, right, 43rd, and there's, oh man, I think there's people hurt, oh jeez, send help, send the cops, send somebody quick!" Luke quickly hung up before the operator could reply and slid the phone back into an empty pocket.<br/><br/>'And the Actor of the Year is...' he thought with a smile. He crept forward toward Shaggy and the girl, warily watching the suit and observing Shaggy's distinct lack of damage. He knelt beside the girl and gently shook her shoulder, rousing her back to consciousness.<br/><br/>"Hey...hey, cutie. Are you ok?" He asked, his face a mask of concern. 'Maybe I'll wait to strike after all,' he thought to himself as she lolled on the floor.<br/><br/>'So much more fun to make them trust me first....'