You know what they say. Its always the nice ones to watch out for. Especially when the other two are so deranged.

"Eh, you know it started tapering off a few centuries ago. I was barely to your waist at the time," Red Son said with a shrug. "I guess pork was easier to get."

He carefully puts a hand on top of the cooler, and banishes it back to his workshop in a burst of fire.

With the necessary supplies safely tucked away, Red Son joined in on the destruction, with far less restraint now. With all the gang leaders in one place, it was a lot easier to melt things down, a manic giggle on his lips.