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One day, as La fourchette d'argent was about to close, a man entered the restaurant.
"Sir, we're closing for today," said Henri. "We're not open tonight, but you may..."
His words died in his thoat as he saw the man take a gun and point it at him.
"The cash!" snarled the robber, for it was a robber.
Henri and the other cooks froze in shock.
"Now! Gimme the cash! And don't try being clever!"
Realizing the danger, Henri didn't try to resist and approached the till.
It was at this moment that Bock, who was in the kitchen, came in the main room, surprised at the unusual shouts and noises he heard.
"What the fuck?! What's that?!" yelped the thief, staring in shock at the blob.
Jumping on the opening, Henri punched the enemy and tried and rip the gun off his hands.
Alas in vain, as the bastard got away, and pistol-whipped Sorel in the face hard enough to make an audible crack and draw blood, sending him to the ground.
Everything disappeared in Bock's eyes and mind. The restaurant, the other cooks, everything. All he could see, all he could think about, was Henri lying on the ground, clutching at his bleeding wound and moaning in pain; and the thug who struck him, screaming insults and threats.
And he saw red.

"Get me the money!" yelled the robber at the other cooks, pointing his gun at Henri. "And don't try being clever again or I kill him! Get me-"
"You're dead."
Henri and all the cooks gaped in shock. Bock, for the first time, spoke.
"The fuck you're talking about?!" snarled the scumbag.
"You're dead," repeated Bock, his newfound voice flat and cold, yet dripping with barely contained anger, as he began walking towards the assailant.
"He's the one who's dead if you don't shut up! Shut up and stop or I-"
His threat ended with a cry of pain when the blob's arm extended at an incredible speed and rammed straight in his stomach.
Gasping and wheezing, the thug desperately forced himself to not collapse or drop the gun.
"You're dead!" said again Bock, starting to raise his voice.
"SHUT UP!!" screamed the bastard as he emptied his gun on Bock.
The bullets didn't do much on the blob's gooey body, which just tanked them before expelling them from itself, making them fall harmlessly on the ground.
"You're dead!"
The robber recoiled, clearly unnerved and afraid.
Henri and his employees were also unnerved and afraid. They had never seen Bock act like this, be so enraged, and even though this rage wasn't directed at them, it scared them.
It didn't help when Bock began growing.
"YOU'RE DEAD!!"
Not only the blob, normally a bit smaller than average, was visibly getting taller by the second, but his round form was visibly swelling, and not rounder. The gooey body instead began taking the shape of visible muscles, and kept expanding.
"YOU HEAR ME?!"
Bock, by now, had easily passed the ten feet tall mark, and his rotund shape had turned into a muscular bulk, bigger than any professional bodybuilder, than even Hulk, and clearly as powerful and strong as their size implied.
"YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD!!" roared the now colossal, towering over the terrified thug, and still growing blob.

Art by  buckdasystem
Color by  yoshils
Original here: https://twitter.com/Yoshils/status/.....46453151059973
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