A case of the munchies

As usual, I got up yesterday morning, had breakfast and got ready for college. But something caught my eye. On the front of the local paper, was the headline 'Champion eater wins again!' So I read the article. 'Seventeen year old David 'Glutton' Slater has done it again. The Cumbrian lad has vanquished all opponents in yet another eating contest. With his total of twenty-three wins under his belt, but still staying as thin as a twig, everyone wonders what his secret is. "It's just exercise" he tells us. "If you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything." There will be a contest here tomorrow, so if your entering, you had better watch out. 'Glutton' will be here as well.'
I put down the paper and called the rest of the team, telling them to meet at the contest tomorrow. But I couldn't get hold of Quell for some reason. Oh well, his loss.
So back to the present. We all met at the contest as planned, except for Quell (he obviously didn't get my message) and waited for the end, when we confronted the winner, Glutton. "Hello Glutton. We heard about you in the paper, and we know your secret." "How can you know? No-one knows, least of all those imbeciles out there. They really think I shift all this weight with exercise?" "Well then, how do you shift it?" "That's for me to know and for you NOT to find out!!" and with that, launched a steaming liquid from his mouth and covered the roof. "You think  that's going to stop us?" And then there was a crash, everything went black. All we could hear was "Yep, I do." and footsteps walking away from us as we faded into unconciousness.
After what could have been a few minutes or a couple of hours, we all woke up to find Quell, busy removing what was left of the roof from the top of us. "See what happens when your not here Quell?" "I'm sorry, I was visiting my family." "Well thanks for the help." Just as we were freed from the rubble, a loud explosion sounded from outside. "Time to go!" I shouted.
We all ran outside to find Glutton staring at a shady looking guy, dressed in a cloak and wearing a hood. "You must be eliminated. My master demands it." "Well, not today mister. Iv just about had enough of you guys trying to kill me." The shady guy looked confused, but the resumed his attack on Glutton. He created balls of bright blue liquid, and lobbed them at Glutton, who responded by making more of that green liquid appear from his mouth. But he missed one, which hit him right in the stomach and knocked him out cold. "Quick, we have to help him!" I said. "Why?" asked Skyblade. "Look what he did to us." "Our objectives are to stop evil doers. Gluttons not evil, he just thought we were out to kill him. But that hooded guy does intend to kill. We have to stop him." So just as the hooded guy stood over the motionless body of Glutton, readying his finishing attack, he received a blow to the back head from a giant MaxMin fist. "You really shouldn't try to kill people, u'know?" he said laughing. We teleported back to base with a still unconscious Glutton and waited for him to wake up. After an hour or so, he sat up, ready to attack. We told him he was safe now, and that we saved his life. "I guess I owe you guys an apology. You still want me to join?" "Always. Welcome to the team, Glutton!"