Donuts with Rage

Just when it seemed the frenzy couldn't reach a higher pitch, a dark figure stepped into the flickering light, cutting through the madness with an air of authority.Rage emerged from the shadows, and suddenly, the energy shifted. His presence was electric, a storm brewing on the horizon. Clad in a striking red shirt and black pants, his beige coat billowed behind him like a flag of impending doom. His eyes, sharp and unyielding, locked onto the crowd, drawing in every gaze."Enough!" he barked, his voice booming over the chaos, slicing through the cacophony like a blade. The crowd faltered, stunned into silence, dread washing over their faces.Rage's smirk was chilling, a predator reveling in the fear of his prey. "Look at you all," he taunted, his voice smooth yet laced with venom. "So carefree, so blissfully unaware of the storm coming your way."With a flick of his wrist, the benders around him sprang to life, unleashing their powers in a breathtaking display of chaos. Flames danced, the earth trembled, and torrents of water surged through the air, a mesmerizing yet terrifying spectacle. They stood ready, a volatile force poised to strike."Hand over the energy of the Nexus," Rage demanded, his tone chilling the very air around him. "Or watch your precious festival burn to the ground."The tension crackled like electricity, thick enough to slice through. The crowd, once vibrant with celebration, now stood frozen in a mix of disbelief and terror. What had begun as a night of joy was now teetering on the edge of disaster.Meanwhile, Flint and Brick finally stumbled into the fray, their arms stuffed with energy-infused doughnuts, completely clueless."What the heck is going on?" Flint squinted, half a doughnut hanging from his mouth like a sad, sugary pendant."Looks like... a party?" Brick said, tilting his head as if trying to decipher a really tricky puzzle."Not a party, you genius! That's an attack!" Flint shouted, his cheeks stuffed full of doughnut goodness. He jabbed a sticky finger at the scene, trying to keep his eyes from glazing over. "Look at that dude in the middle! He's got more attitude than a spoiled cat!"Rage loomed over the chaos, his aura dark and stormy like a thundercloud with a vendetta. The mayor's speech fizzled out in the background, leaving nothing but the ringing sound of panic and Rage's chilling grin. Flint elbowed Brick, who still looked more interested in his sugary stash than the brewing mayhem. "That's gotta be our boss. He's like... ready to kick butt and take names."Brick scratched his head, trying to connect the dots. "Wait, isn't he supposed to be on our side? We're, like, backup dancers in this whole show, right?""Backup dancers? You mean the guys who actually run the operation? That's Rage, genius! We're supposed to help him, not just gobble down doughnuts like it's the end of the world!""Why'd you have to say that?" Brick groaned, suddenly hit with a wave of guilt. "We can't just stand here munching. We should be, like, doing something!""Yeah, like what? He's already got this under control!" Flint gestured dramatically toward Rage, who was working the crowd like a seasoned pro, commanding attention with just his presence.But as the chaos unfolded, their initial excitement morphed into a dull disappointment. They'd expected something epic—fireworks, maybe a choreographed dance battle—but instead, they got a mess."Maybe we should've brought more doughnuts," Flint grumbled, watching as Rage orchestrated the chaos with the ease of a kid at a candy store."Or at least saved some for later," Brick added, still staring wide-eyed at the escalating madness. "I mean, what's the point of being backup dancers if we can't even enjoy our snacks?"Flint sighed, giving in to the reality of their doughnut-fueled fate. "Well, at least we're not in trouble... yet.Just then, Rage stormed over, his presence heavy with intensity. "What the hell are you two doing? This isn't a game! We're here for the Nexus!" His voice cut through the chaos, laced with irritation.Flint leaned in, still grinning. "We figured we could grab a snack while you did the whole 'intimidate everyone' thing. You know, multitasking!" He gave a mock salute.Rage's glare could have ignited a fire. "Are you idiots serious? Focus! We need to secure the energy, not snack on doughnuts!"Brick nodded, his mouth full. "Right! But... can we at least finish these first? They're really good!" He raised his doughnut as if it were a trophy.Rage's patience snapped. "I swear, if you two don't get your heads in the game, I'll personally toss you into the nearest fire!""Understood!" Flint shouted, his grin fading a bit as he tossed the rest of his doughnut aside. "We'll be right back!"As they turned to leave, Flint whispered to Brick, "You think we can get another round of those doughnuts later?""Only if we don't end up on fire," Brick replied, and they hurried off to join the chaos, their laughter trailing behind them.