Descending note as a fire trail streaks across the sky. Until with a clack, a pair of shiny pixelated boots land on the sidewalk. Smash looks around, and dusts a pile of dust off of a table. He rubs his chin.
"Hrmm... this place seems fairly empty." He snaps his fingers. "Perfect time for my takeover!"
He plants a flag in the disused sidewalk, reading "Property of the Empire" as he cackles, quite amused at himself.