Chapter 6/transcript

***At The Midnight Club, Mister Big is meeting with a group of his mobsters. He is seated at the table with a martini in hand.***

 “business has been better than ever boss, with the comedy club now closed due to the damages, our own has seen a rise in traffic”

 Mister Big sips the martini, satisfied. He licks his lips.

 “that is delicious”

 “the new comic store is also performing well, we predict mr honda will be out of business in a month or two if we can keep this up”

 “that is excellent... but its not quick enough…”

 Mister Big glances over to Fuggeda, who is seated at the table.

 “you did wonderful finding that little brat to run the comic store, he’s the perfect match of gullible and competent... not only does he idolise me as a businessman, but we get off with paying him little to nothing for his work”

 Fuggeda bows his head.

 “well, thank you---”

 “however... i need mr honda gone quicker... that old fool is going to retaliate… i want him disposed of sooner”

 Mister Socky looks up with glee from across the table.

 “allow me the pleasure... i have a new toy to test”

 “i trust you with my life socky, but we’re dealing with a legendary vigilante here... so we need to be precise about this... we need to gain the upper hand…”

 Mister Socky grins.

 “leave that to me”

 “very good... anything else?”

 Slick Tommy leans forward.

 “miss poppy from the flower shop was sure to pay up on time yesterday, we were able to get the money she owed…”

 Louie Bignose, who is seated next to Slick Tommy, is frowning.

 “hah... she tried to put up a fight, but her frailness didn’t do her any favours... one push... her head split off the concrete step to her shop... a tragedy to say the least… heh…”

 “a tragedy indeed...  it has been covered up?”

 “without a trace… of course... thanks to good ‘ol louie here”

 Louie shuffles in his seat uncomfortably as Slick Tommy pats him on the back.

 “louie... you look rather unsettled... speak your mind, talk to the family”

 “it's nothing… its nothing at all boss---”

 “you know come to think of it, you were a little pale yesterday, didn’t seem to approve of the ending poppy was given did ya?”

 “oh dear... is louie beginning to crack? are you feeling sympathetic for the poor pretty flower shop girl?”

 Fuggeda looks over at Louie sympathetically while the other men chuckle.

 “i just... i just think we should be careful… you know? shouldn’t we be careful with--- how many enemies we’re making around town? we’re harming a lot of people-- at some point is it gonna become too risky---”

 “oh PLEASE... this town has been submissive to me for years… it is mine… I CAN DO WHAT I WANT! TELL HIM SOCKY! TELL HIM I CAN DO WHAT I WANT”

 “mister big can do whatever he wants. this is his town”

 “exactly... consequences for my actions? excuse me? who do you think you are?”

 “forgive me for questioning it boss... it was just a passing concern…”

 Mister Big sips his martini again, eyeing Louie as he does so.

 “then i’ll give you a new mission louie... you stay behind... it’s only fair you get a chance to show your undying loyalty to the family…”

 ***Later, Fuggeda is pouring himself a drink at the bar after the meeting.***

 Mister Socky approaches him.

 “fuggeda great timing”

 Fuggeda looks over at the puppet approaching him.

 “i need you to pick something up for me while i prepare for my mission... don’t worry, its all done already, all you need to do is go, pick it up, bring it back to me”

 “what is it i’m going to get?”

 “ohhhh just a little something special... a good friend of the family is dropping it off, so be nice... here’s the address of the warehouse you’ll be meeting him in, it's one of ours. he’ll probably arrive from his own town in just a few hours... so just go and wait for him”

 ***Pugnator’s eyes open as he is awakened by the sound of a stone hitting his bedroom window. He sits up in his bed, looking over at his alarm clock, which shows the time as 12pm. He groggily rubs his eyes and gets out of bed as another stone hits his window. He approaches the window and looks out.***

 Brock is looking up from his front yard below. He smirks upon seeing Pugnator and salutes.

 Pugnator opens the window.

 “why the hell are you throwing stones at my window asshole”

 Enthusiastically, Brock leaps up with excitement, raising a fist into the air.

 “because today is the day pugnator! have you forgotten our mission to the post office for principal sy cotic? it is now noon, and we should be ready!”

 “why couldn’t you just knock on my door”

 “because i know your father has a tendency to challenge all those who ring his doorbell in a battle to the death! i do not have the time nor should i waste the precious energy that i will need to face our opponent today! so what say you pugnator, are you ready?”

 “ugh…”

 Pugnator grabs his ninja headband and puts it on, tightening it.

 “ready…”

***Walking down the street together, Pugnator and Brock prepare for their encounter at the post office.***

 “this is exciting! our first chance to do some real good in the world, all the while we’re helping our school principal!”

 Pugnator crosses his arms.

 “we’re also getting ourselves out of a suspension from school... not that i care... but i know my mom will be a huge bitch about everything if she finds out about the damage i did to school property”

 “you could at least lighten up a little! this is yet another chance for us to better ourselves as warriors and get some more real combat experience! GAY SENSEI WILL BE SO PROUD OF MEEEEEEEE”

 “god its always gay sensei this and gay sensei that with you isn’t it”

 “do not badmouth gay sensei!"

 “i didn’t even---”

 “i know where you were going with it pugnator! gay sensei has raised me since i was but an infant in this world, abandoned by my parents as a failure... he taught me to believe in myself and my abilities! i’m going to show him what i can do, that i can become a vigilante worthy of making real change in the world!”

 “suit yourself”

 ***At the Shujinko Estate, Jenerikku is training with Mr. Honda in the dojo. The two of them are sparring with katanas.***

 “it was late last night! i did it! for just a split second, sure... but i did it! man it felt awesome, the sword was as light as a feather!”

 “that is excellent news jenerikku, you have made good progress and you should be proud. you did not give up and for it your hard work paid off. keep at it, see how long you can begin to sustain it for, it will continue to require immense concentration and focus until you are more experienced at it, so take breaks and get rest”

 “i’m fine, i feel fine, it’s going well… i think... i’m gonna keep training all day”

 “it will only get harder before it becomes easier for you, the training will be intense”

 “i know, and i feel ready for it”

 “on top of that, you must continue to master your essential skills as a warrior”

 Jenerikku swings at Mr. Honda, the two of them clashing blades.

 Mr. Honda goes to swing left. Jenerikku blocks it instantly.

 “you are improving, years of training with blades has evidently led to you being a swordsman who could defeat most of his opponents…”

 Jenerikku smiles.

 Mr. Honda swiftly swings right, knocking Jenerikku’s sword out of his hand, disarming him.

 “but not all of his opponents. we need to continue until you are a master, until i have taught you everything i know and you have perfected it”

 “and you want me to know all of this before i go to the citadel?”

 “i am sure you want to uphold the legendary reputation of the shujinko clan, people will be watching you closely, it is important you are able to defend yourself.”

 Jenerikku nods.

 “for now i must return to the comic store, i will stop by tomorrow to see your progress, hopefully by then you will be able to show me your skill with the greatsword”

 ***Fuggeda is walking down the street with Louie Bignose.***

 “you got lucky back there, if the boss was having a bad day that could’ve gotten real messy”

 “i’m sorry fuggeda... it's just... it was an innocent woman... there was no need for it to be taken a step further, there was no need for her to die”

 “i’m afraid we don’t have control over that”

 “but at what point is it going too far? you of all people understand me here, you know how cruel they can be... mister big is--- a psychopath! as he’s relaxed himself into power, he’s started to think he’s on top of the world--”

 “because he is. this town is entirely beaten into submission or oblivious to what’s right in front of them. you need to keep your voice down, ya hear me? i like ya louie, you’re the best friend i’ve had since i joined the family”

 “hah... yeah. i guess we go way back”

 “you need to do what’s best and shut up, for everyone’s sake”

 “but don’t you think it's awful? don’t you resent what’s happening at all?”

 “every single day and every single night, but loyalty to the family that raised me is more important”

 “but they’ve done terrible things to you--”

 “enough i don’t wanna hear it, so just shut up about it, i have an errand to run, don’t you also have a job to do?”

 “oh... of course… yeah”

 Louie stops in his tracks while Fuggeda walks on and turns the corner.

 ***A woman in red robes stands at the counter in the post office impatiently.***

 “yes, i am here to collect the letter addressed to my husband principal sy cotic”

 The postman on duty looks up at her from behind the counter at his computer. He dawns a huge smile and gives her a thumbs up.

 “well that’s awesome ma’am! we just got a new batch of letters 45 minutes ago”

 “i know... i’ve been waiting outside since 8.55am... and the post office was meant to open at 9am…”

 “that is correct ma’am”

 Elena looks over at the clock.

 “it is now 12.45pm”

 “that is also correct ma’am”

 Mr. Post grins at her.

 “...might i inquire as to why the post office opened over 3 hours late?”

 “OH! we did? i’m so sorry for the inconvenience ma’am, things have been very busy here at the post office this morning! we must’ve forgotten to open the doors”

 Mr. Post looks back to his computer screen, where he is playing solitaire.

 “well then... i am here on behalf of my... darling husband... he is so busy... so i thought i’d collect our daughter’s letter to him… i am certain it should be back there”

 “that is such a shady story, i love it, i’ll get right on it ma’am”

 “very good…”

 Mr. Post continues to play solitaire on his computer. Elena taps her foot.

 “well... are you going to fetch it or not?”

 “OH! my mistake ma’am, forgot all about it, again, suuuuuuper busy here today”

 Elena looks around, seeing that the post office is empty.

 “quite... just go and fetch my letter please”

 Mr. Post stands up, whistling. He walks off into another room.

 Spying from outside, Brock pokes his head out from behind a planter at the door.

 “that’s our gal pugnator!”

 “mhm”

 “if she is given the letter, we will go in and confront her about it! i have this signed note from sy cotic that verifies his mail may not be taken by her!”

 Pugnator nods.

 “i’m ready”

 “fantastic! should we get a team motto or a secret handshake perhaps?”

 “just focus idiot”

 ***Fuggeda arrives at a warehouse. He looks down at the address written on a slip of paper Mister Socky gave him. He steps into the building.***

 Inside, a bulky man is sitting at a table devouring a burger. He chews vigorously.

 “mmm-- mmmmmm”

 Fuggeda approaches the table slowly.

 Steve Fatts, an obese drug dealer, looks up at him.

 “ahhhh, fuggeda, that you? i knew socky was sending someone but i didn’t know it would make me so reminiscent of the past, you’ve grown since i last saw you”

 so have you.

 Steve finishes his burger and wipes his greasy hands on his shirt.

 “oh fuck do you have a napkin”

 “no i don't. my apologies, i didn’t think you’d be here so soon”

 “ah don’t worry about it, i chose to come early, gave me time to enjoy second lunch”

 Steve reaches into his bag and takes out another burger, tearing it open and taking a giant bite out of it. He uses the greasy wrapping as a napkin.

 “i’ve got what socky requested.”

 He points to a metal case, and takes out the key, offering it to Fuggeda.

 Fuggeda takes it and approaches the case, inserting the key and unlocking it. He opens it, looking in.

 “very expensive stuff, very rare too, i can only imagine the target is a tricky one, an important one, eh?”

 “what is this?”

 “i specialise in dealing with drugs that is true, it is my forte, though i am well versed and well stocked with poisons. this one in particular is a special one, developed by the mad scientist baghead himself years ago to counter vigilantes and drain their power, limited in supply, but deadly all the same, have you heard of it?”

 “no i can’t say i have, but i know he was a specialist in creating deadly toxins like this”

 “this stuff is hard to come by, it’s also very expensive if you do come by it, so i hope mister socky will pass on this good gesture of mine to mister big so they know i appreciate the protection they provide my dealings, business has been booming lately, though i’m sure mister big knows that with the fat stacks of cash i’ve been sending him”

 “i’m sure mister big will be very thankful for this”

 “i have packed the antidote in the case as well, should you want to use it to counteract against the poison”

 Steve finishes his burger, and grabs another one, tearing into it and taking a bite immediately.

 Fuggeda looks down at the contents of the case, seeing a very small glass jar of poison, and next to it, an even smaller antidote.

 “a tiny drop is all you need of either to have the effects work. i trust it will serve you well”

 ***Mr. Post returns to the counter holding a letter addressed to Sy Cotic.***

 “here’s the letter ma’am”

 “excellent... oh look i can see my darling daughter’s handwriting, isn’t she so sweet?”

 Mr. Post stares blankly.

 “well then… i’ll be on my way”

 She yanks the letter out of his hands and turns to leave.

 Brock is standing in her way.

 “stop right there!”

 Pugnator is stood next to him.

 “excuse me? out of my way you ignorant little fool”

 Elena goes to walk around them, though Brock follows her footsteps and continues to block her.

 “that letter is not for you! you have no claim to it, and are simply being a jealous and controlling woman who is trying to stop her daughter from writing to her dad!”

 “what are you on about? this is none of your business you little RAT”

 “give us the letter and we’ll be on our way, WE have a note from the one its addressed to”

 “oh so that’s what this is, you’re just a couple of guinea pigs he’s sending to do his dirty work are you? lackeys. it is certainly creative that he’s using the students from his school to try and stop me now”

 “we are here on behalf of doing what is right! now give us the letter”

 “or we’ll just take it from you lady”

 Elena scowls at the boys. She then quickly puts on an act.

 “oh! oh worker! won’t you call the police! these young delinquents are attempting to steal an innocent pretty woman’s mail!”

 Mr. Post looks up excitedly.

 “pretty woman? where?”

 Elena gasps. She turns to Mr. Post with a look of disgust.

 “how dare you-”

 “hmph! that’s a lie! we know you’re not as harmless as you say you are!”

 “what could you POSSIBLY mean?”

 “PUGNATOR! NOW!”

 “RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

 Pugnator charges forward toward Elena.

 “WHAT THE FUCK-- KEEP AWAY FROM ME YOU LITTLE GOBLIN”

 Elena is forced to defend herself. She waves her right hand as a mysterious red aura begins to form around it, the aura quickly forming into a giant fist.

 As Pugnator goes to strike, the giant hand blocks the punch and proves to be a physical entity despite its appearance. It begins to push him back, though he grabs onto the fist with all of his strength and holds it in place to stop it from gaining further ground on him.

 While Pugnator is locked in a stalemate struggling with the mysterious fist, Brock slides forward before leaping into the air and swiping the letter out of Elena’s other hand. He lands with a roll, holding the letter proudly.

 Elena turns around, realising what had happened.

 “GIVE THAT BACK TO ME NOW YOU THIEF”

 “come and get it!”

 Enraged, Elena channels more power into her giant fist and is able to overpower Pugnator, smacking him with it and launching him into the wall across the room.

 Pugnator lands with a crash in the seating area.

 “errrr…”

 Brock looks to Mr. Post.

 “quickly! get out of the building, good sir!”

 “there can be no witnesses”

 Elena’s summoned fist extends into an arm and stretches across the room, smashing through the glass to get to where Mr. Post was standing. The fist, being three times as large as Mr. Post’s head, simply opens its palm and then swiftly clenches back into a fist, crushing his head like a watermelon.

 Brock cries out as Mr. Post’s now headless corpse flops to the ground.

 The fist effortlessly smashes back through the wall into the front room and begins to zoom toward Brock.

 “GIVE ME… MY LETTER”

 “NEVER”

 Brock performs a series of flips and dodges to avoid being hit by the giant arm zooming around the room. He backflips as it speeds toward him and crashes into a row of cabinets. The arm quickly wraps around and goes in for a second strike, preparing to come down on him from above. He rolls to the side as the fist smashes into the floor, destroying the tiles.

 Growing more impatient, Elena becomes increasingly aggressive, closing her eyes and beginning to form a second red aura around her other arm. The aura is slowly seen growing and shaping into another fist.

 Brock dashes forward to stop her, however the other fist smashes into the floor again, burrowing under it and beginning to tunnel beneath him.

 Elena controls the fist so it bursts up from under the ground just beneath Brock, hitting him into the air.

 The knockback from the colossal punch smashes Brock into the ceiling with a thud. He falls back down and hits the floor.

 Elena cackles, her second fist summon now fully formed. She sends both of them in Brock’s direction.

 Pugnator charges her from behind, knocking her forwards and causing her to hit the floor.

 Still on the floor, Brock braces himself for the two oncoming fists, though just as they reach him they evaporate, nowhere to be seen.

 Elena’s spell had broken. She quickly jumps back up to her feet.

 “nice one pugnator!”

 “do you little brats really think that’s the only trick up my sleeve? you are gravely mistaken!”

 Elena begins to cast a new spell, waving her hands and causing another aura to form around them, this time green. The green aura begins to cast from her hand as she reaches into her handbag and pulls from it a seed. She tosses the seed into the mist of green spell, which quickly sprouts and grows into a giant chomper plant.

 As Pugnator is charging toward her, the chomper plant quickly forms and faces his direction.

 With its ridiculously long stem, it reaches forward so that it’s head is next to Pugnator and snaps its jaws, trying to eat him.

 Pugnator backflips, barely avoiding death as the chomper bites the air.

 While the chomper keeps Pugnator at bay, Elena turns her attention back to Brock.

 “now where were we? oh that’s right, you need to give me WHAT’S MINE”

 Brock scowls at her, getting into his combat stance.

 Elena waves her arms once again, this time casting a black smoke from the palm of her hands. The smoke congregates on the floor at her feet, and an ungodly screech is heard.

 Brock looks on, confused, unable to see what is going on within the smoke patch in front of him.

 The smoke clears, and Elena chuckles.

 “my darling onyx!”

 Her black cat Onyx emerges from the smoke as it clears. The cat meows.

 “good boy! now go and get mommy’s letter back for her”

 Brock looks on at the cat, thinking to himself.

 but it’s just a cute cat.

 The cat scans the room, locking onto Brock and then to the letter in his hand.

 “if you are going to send your cat after me! so be it! but i do not want to have to hurt an animal!”

 Elena smirks.

 Onyx suddenly hisses at Brock, and a black aura forms around the cat as he begins to grow.

 Brock steps back to gain some more distance, shocked at what he was seeing.

 Before long, Onyx was now the size of a tiger, and now sported glowing red eyes.

 “GET HIM BOY"

 The beast leaps forward, screeching.

 Brock flips backwards to avoid its first attack.

 The cat lands, swiping its razor sharp claws where Brock was originally standing. It roars, preparing to pounce again.

 Brock prepares himself, as the beast leaps forward, attempting to maul him. He lands to the side, and leaps toward Onyx preparing a powerful air kick. As he kicks the beast in the face, it has no effect.

 Onyx in return charges forward and headbutts Brock, sending him flying into the wall.

 Elena cackles, noticing Brock dropped the letter upon being hit.

 Pugnator, who is still dodging attacks from the chomper plant, notices Elena approaching it.

 The chomper continues to use its long stem to reach Pugnator from afar. It goes to take another bite at him.

 Pugnator super punches the chomper, causing it to retract its stem and retreat for a moment.

 “BROCK SHE’S GOING FOR THE LETTER SHE’LL DESTROY IT”

 Brock sits up, dazed. He notices Onyx in front of him, preparing to pounce on him and finish him off. He rolls to the side.

 Onyx smashes into the wall headfirst. This only makes him angrier.

 “try and get it pugnator!”

 “I’M A LITTLE BUSY RIGHT NOW”

 “SO AM I”

 Pugnator grunts, trying to run toward the letter.

 The chomper attacks again, wrapping its stem around Pugnator like a rope, holding him in place.

 Pugnator struggles, the stem being too powerful for him to break.

 Elena picks up the letter.

 “STOP HER IDIOT”

 Brock thinks quickly, and then comes up with a plan.

 The enraged beast prepares to charge at Brock again.

 The head of the chomper circles back around after its stem has wrapped around Pugnator. It snaps its jaws, preparing to eat him.

 Onyx charges at Brock furiously.

 At the last second, Brock jumps up and onto the beast while it charges. He stands up on it’s back, balancing himself.

 Onyx begins to slow himself down and comes to a halt to throw Brock off.

 By the time Onyx has stopped however, Brock leaps off of his back and zooms through the air over Elena’s head, swiping the letter from her as he does so. On his way down, he dropkicks the chomper’s head.

 The kick forces the chomper to retract its stem and retreat for a second time.

 Brock lands on the floor next to the now freed Pugnator.

 Elena begins to cast something new, a blue aura forming around her hand.

 “we need to stop her before she can summon something else”

 Pugnator nods.

 “on it, just keep the letter away from her”

 Pugnator begins to run toward Elena.

 Onyx intercepts, standing in between the two.

 “bring it on pussy”

 Onyx pounces at Pugnator, swiping his claws.

 The chomper extends its stem, ready to join the fight again.

 Brock leaps in between Pugnator and Onyx. He dishes out a powerful kick at Onyx from underneath, hitting him in the chin and sending him into the air.

 Pugnator gathers all of his strength and prepares a super punch, and while Onyx is falling again, he yells out and punches into the side of the beast, sending it flying across the room whimpering.

 Onyx is knocked so far they collide with the chomper plant and collapse into it, crushing it to death. The beast lays atop the crushed plant, knocked out.

 “that was amazing!”

 Pugnator smirks.

 “impossible… how can two little brats be capable of defeating onyx and a chomper plant”

 “give it up lady, we’re gonna tear through whatever you throw at us, so we’re leaving with this letter right now”

 “you murdered a man! you’re going to get locked up for this!”

 “you aren’t going anywhere, that letter is mine”

 The blue aura around Elena’s arm grows stronger, and she suddenly shoots a bolt of lightning from the palm of her hand at the two boys. The two of them dive to the side.

 “this is just the beginning…”

 ***Jeneirkku is meditating in his dojo, having been sitting there for hours. He is clutching the handle of the ancestral greatsword, Hagane.***

 At full concentration, He successfully forms the aura of chakra around his hand and the sword handle again. He effortlessly lifts the sword, finally properly wielding Hagane. He stands up, opening his eyes, finally easing himself, finally able to use it properly. He swings the sword on the spot, and just as he remembered, it was as light as a feather.

 “i can do it.. i can control my chakra… finally… i need to show mr. honda!”

 ***At The Midnight Club, Fuggeda places the case he collected on a table in front of Mister Socky.***

 “i knew he wouldn’t disappoint me, he got exactly what i wanted…”

 Mister Socky reaches into the case, taking out the little jar of poison.

 “go and put that case in my quarters, make sure it is kept safe and locked back up”

***At the abandoned nuclear plant, Baghead is talking with Joe (Mama).***

 “my glorious mother was once the ruler of the neighbourhood... it is now being led by a spineless moron that i am forced to serve. for too long, i have sat idly, waiting for something to happen…”

 “and so what exactly do you hope to achieve in coming here?”

 “an alliance… i think we have the potential to help each other”

 “and how is that?”

 “are you not in need of new allies? is that not what you have been looking for? by chance your poster found its way to me, i was not sure what to think of it, i thought it was rather ballsy that you chose to reveal your location... had it not been me who found your poster, this could’ve ended very differently”

 “that poster was never meant to see the light of day, the goon who made it failed to dispose of it properly”

 “perhaps it is a good thing that it found its way to me…”

 “what can you offer me then?”

 “the world fears you baghead, a former member of the citadel turned rogue... now a notorious supervillain... a genius developer and scientist who has created weapons and chemicals beyond imagination… unfortunately thwarted in your attempted conquest of the known world and locked up in maximum security for years…”

 “you are proving you know your history, not that you can offer me anything”

 “your men break you out, and here you are, things have certainly changed, you’re hiding in an abandoned power plant... you have a small group of followers, who are obviously very devoted to you being that they broke you out after all those years... but that’s all you have, isn’t it? and yet despite having little to nothing, you’re the talk of every town in every region, you’re everywhere…”

 “let the people talk about their future ruler... soon enough my conquest will begin again, and i will succeed this time… i am going beyond the bedrock border to uncover what lies beyond it”

 “that sounds like suicide, the shujinko clan were wiped out on their own voyage beyond the wall to save their heir son who’d gone rogue and done the very thing you aim to do”

 “i am out of options, and i am not the shujinko clan. i am going to the bedrock border and i am getting past it. i will see the rest of the world and i will gather an army to help me takeover every region until they bow before me as their lord”

 “well then... as the mayor’s chief of staff, there is plenty i can do for you then... if it is a journey to the wall you are going on, it will be perilous. vigilantes of the citadel will be hunting for you... and i know of many individuals you can enlist to accompany you…”

 “and what exactly do you want out of all of this?”

 “power... i wish to rule the neighbourhood under your new regime... let me serve on your council and control the biggie falls region as is mine by RIGHT. my family ruled this neighbourhood for centuries until they were ousted from power and elections were instated. i want to take back my town.”

 “deal. where do we begin?”

 ***Fuggeda steps into Mister Big’s office.***

 Mister Big, already standing, turns to the door, having been glaring out of the window.

 “THERE YOU ARE... jesus you took your sweet fucking time!”

 “you summoned me?”

 “YEAH I FUCKING SUMMONED YOU, WHERE’VE YOU BEEN YOU USELESS FUCK”

 “what is it?”

 “BIGNOSE HAS GONE ROGUE, I GAVE HIM A NEW JOB TO COLLECT PAYMENT FROM THE GODDAMN BAKERY WITH TOMMY, BUT HE SHOT HIM IN THE FUCKING LEG AND RAN FOR IT”

 Fuggeda looks down at the floor.

 “tommy fucking called me, he’s dealing with the bakery cleanup still, i’ve dispatched some of the boys to back him up and make sure those bakers can’t fucking squeal about the situation, but bignose ESCAPED!”

 “and what do you want me to do?"

 “you know him best, you’ll fucking find him fuggeda, and you’ll bring me his HEAD”

 Fuggeda is taken aback by this. He looks up at Mister Big.

 “louie has been my friend since i was a boy, you wouldn’t make me--”

 “don't tell me you’re cracking too fuggeda, i thought loyalty to the family was everything to you, and now that a traitor has put us in jeopardy, you want to fuck us over?”

 Mister Big approaches Fuggeda.

 “need i have any more precious parts removed from you?”

 “...no”

 “find bignose... because if someone else finds him first, you’ll be in for it fuggeda. do not disappoint me”

 ***At ‘Weebs R Us’, Mr. Honda is standing behind the counter hopelessly. He looks over at his body pillow Mikasa.***

 “oh mikasa... i am afraid we may have to close down soon... we hardly get any customers anymore... even my most loyal consumers have started to buy from that impostor store… at least i still have you... i will just have to close early today”

 Mr. Honda steps outside and changes out his open sign, before heading back in and locking the door behind him. He sighs. He is suddenly hit by a poison dart in the arm. He quickly rips it out, though it is too late, the poison had entered his bloodstream. He looks around.

 Mister Socky emerges from the backroom, wielding Candy Callum’s lollipop hammer.

 “your business isn’t the only thing that’s dying old man…”

 “gah... what have you done to me?”

 “you know, i fucking hate weebs. they disgust me. in fact i think i just hate the japanese in general”

 Mr. Honda rushes to the counter, grabbing his katana.

 “its no use doing that, soon enough the poison will take effect and you will be rendered incapable of fighting... i reckon its flowing through your bloodstream right now just devouring your chakra and eating up your precious energy”

 “well then... i will fight for as long as i can then”

 Mr. Honda rushes forward, swinging his katana at Mister Socky.

 Mister Socky dodges, raising the hammer. He swings it and obliterates one of the shelves.

 Mr. Honda stumbles back to dodge the collapsing shelf.

 Mister Socky uses the opportunity to charge forward with a powerful swing of the hammer.

 Mr. Honda evades it and is able to slice at Mister Socky, slicing open a portion of his suit.

 “this certainly would’ve been impossible without that dart”

 Mr. Honda falls to his knees, the poison beginning to exhaust and hurt him. He grunts, struggling to stay up. His sword clatters to the floor.

 “worked like a charm. it seems to me you are out of energy old man, and slowly dying too…”

 Jenerikku barges in, wielding Hagane.

 “GET AWAY FROM HIM”

 Mister Socky looks over, intrigued.

 “well well... what opportune timing…”

 Jenerikku notices Mr. Honda lying in pain.

 “mr honda? what happened?”

 “do not worry about me jenerikku... focus on your opponent… i will try to gather my strength”

 “there is no chance of that”

 Jenerikku points his sword at Mister Socky.

 “fuck you muppet”

 Mister Socky raises the lollipop hammer.

Jenerikku and Mister Socky stand, facing off and preparing to duel.