Dick was about to enter the [Demon Ream]. Even someone like him knew just how terrible a place it would be. Full of demons… and… more demons. And stuff.

  There was only one thing to do in light of such danger.

  Number.

  Go.

  Up.

  Dick whipped out his burger stall and got to work. Burgers, fries, nuggets. Even grilled cheese sandwiches. No meal was safe, so long as it was more oil and plastic than it was food.

  And so, the most legendary string of level up messages ensued. It would be remembered through the ages, such was its epicness. Don’t get traumatized. If you do become traumatized, double it and give it to the next person.

  After cooking a thousand burgers and other cancerous food, Dick had finally done it. Level 100. It was an arduous journey, full of oil and grease. But he persevered. Dick braved the kitchen. The heat. The endless hours wondering what he was doing wasting his life flipping burgers.

  In the end, he’d won. He’d attained that holy grail of arbitrary digit obsession. Level 100.

  Now. NOW he was ready!

  “Let’s go take a gander at this [Demon Realm].”

  Not one second after he uttered those words, Dick fell to the ground, frothing at the mouth.

  From all the dopamine.

  From all the Number Go Up.

  “This is the way,” said Greg.

  “This is the way.”