As the pressure mounted upon the player claiming to be RetroMG, it did not take long for the player to crack. Suddenly, there were puzzles abound and erratic behavior. At some point, he even put on some sort of puppet show. As the players stared on in awe, it became obvious who this masked person was - it was none other than Blargonaut.
He pleaded with the people to spare him, with roleclaim after roleclaim. Yet, it was inevitable; Blargonaut would be leaving the restaurant, due to no one's fault but his own.
Launchpad stood up to remove Blargonaut's paper bag, but it was too late. Blargonaut's antics had drawn the attention of the owners of the establishment, a nice Russian family with a tall muscular son trying to support the family business.
"You. You will leave. Now," the Russian man said to Blargonaut. He picked up Blargonaut by the back of his shirt with one hand and carried the player to the door of the shop, where he opened it and tossed him out.
All the players just looked at each other, hoping to not invite the ire of the large Russian man.
"Hey Launchpad, why did you choose like the one taco place run by Russians?"
"IDK, Russians and mafia, seemed fitting. Now, go the fuck to sleep."