"Just beat Fred…all we gotta do…" the young, foreign man backed into a corner, shaking.
"Just beat Fred…" a man with purple hair muttered, calling on his comrades, who started to rough him up.
"WHY?" Fred screamed.
"It's time to say goodbye," the purple-headed man swung down a katana on the so-called Fred.
It was all over for the English merchant. Blood spilled everywhere around the decapitated head, as the victor started to repeat the eerie chant.
"Just beat Fred…all we gotta do…just beat Fred, just bead Fred, just beat Fred…"
Unable to contain it any longer, the pinkette cracked up, clutching her sides while she howled in laughter.
"Miss Megurine, is there a reason why you are interrupting my recording session?" Gakupo pulled off his purple earphones, that were embellished with images of his beloved vegetable, eggplants.
Wiping the tears from her eyes, Luka steadied herself, taking deep breaths.
"You…your English sucks!" she doubled over in laughter again.
"Miss…Megurine…" Gakupo sighed.
Soon enough, Luka forced herself to stand. Her face stoic again, revealing no sign of the earlier laugh-fest.
"Yes, Mr. Kamui, I suggest that if you wish to cover my song, please try and get your pronunciation right,"
"Eh, it was wrong?"
"Mr. Kamui, according to your earlier recording, you were killing an innocent merchant named Fred, just because you misunderstood the governor's orders of "just be friends"."
Gakupo sighed. The young woman's imagination was as vivid as her hair.
"Fine, we'll call it a day. Go and beg Fred for his forgiveness and then ask his ghost to teach you proper English." Luka smirked.
For about this billionth time, the Samurai sighed, then walked away from the recording studio.
"OH AND YOU FORGOT YOUR EGGPLANT"
-Konk-