The cosmic food court trembled as Karen Prime materialized behind the counter, her manicured nails tapping against the register. "Excuse me," she hissed, eyes glowing with the fury of a thousand expired coupons. "But my dragon-bloodline froyo was supposed to come with extra hero sprinkles!"
Across the aisle, Omega Karen's coupon-wings rattled. "Pathetic. Real Karens demand lactose-free vengeance!"
Truck-Kun watched from the dumpster, his grille dripping metaphorical oil-sweat. Note to self: Never isekai dessert chefs again.
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Darius seized the distraction, his skeletal fingers prying open Truck-Kun's glove compartment. Inside:
- A half-eaten "Best God" trophy
- 42,169 unpaid parking tickets
- The Sacred Ignition Keys
"Finally," he rasped, pocketing the keys. The engine roared to life—then died. A notification flashed:
[🛑 ADMIN OVERRIDE: KAREN SUPREME HAS DISABLED ALL VEHICLES]
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The two Karens' screams merged into a sonic boom. Light swallowed the food court as they fused into KAREN SUPREME, a glittering abomination with:
- Hair woven from complaint forms
- Eyes that projected Terms & Conditions
- A voice that auto-played at 2 AM
"MANAGER. NOW." Her demand shattered the yogurt machines, flooding the floor with liquid nitrogen and gummy bears.
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"Alright, new plan," Truck-Kun honked, swerving toward Darius. "You distract her, I'll—"
"NO." Darius jammed his Nokia hammer into Truck-Kun's exhaust pipe. "You owe me 137 lives."
A metallic screech echoed as Karen Supreme's shadow engulfed them both.