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Frostbite vs. Potato Man
“You think you can defeat me potato man? I feel nothing!” Frostbite yelled at the top of his lungs as he was rolled into the radioactive chamber.
Potato man raised his eyebrows in shock.
“Nothing, not even a sense of imminent death?”
“Nothing!” Frostbite declared. “Not even a sweet taste!”
Potato Man chuckled, a dry, rustling sound. "A brave front, boy. But even ice melts under enough heat." He slammed his fist onto the activation button.
The chamber hummed with power, the air shimmering with radioactive energy. Frostbite braced himself, focusing on the cold, the emptiness, the nothingness that shielded him from fear. He would not give Potato Man the satisfaction. He would not melt. He would not.