Souji asks Yosuke what he'd do for a flying car.

A/N: Guys, I went pretty cracky on this one.


Souji's back was aching from all the pebbles on the cold, hard ground of the craptastically thin tent that really wasn't keeping anyone warm. Only Kanji had managed to sleep, amazingly, like a rock. Yosuke was shifting and turning in his "bed" (which was really a bed of grass, probably), since the tent had only two sleeping bags and he knew that Kanji would beat the crud out of him if he didn't give it up.

"Hey, Yosuke...." Souji's voice cut through the air.

"SHHHHHSHSHSHSSHSHSHKFH!h11h11111!!!!11111" Yosuke said after sitting up abruptly, his orange hair looking like the colour of poo in the dark.

"KANGAY IS SLEEPING."

"What would you do... if Mr. Morooka was magical?"

"I would kill you. G'night man."

Souji, not quite satisfied with his answer, asked another question anyway. "Wouldn't it be so cool if I got a British accent?"

"What the hell?" Yosuke said, annoyed.

"British accents are cool... they pronounce "car" as "kah". That's so cool." Yosuke threw a sizeable rock towards Souji's chest. "Ow..."

"Go die in a puddle."

"Of what?"

"I dunno, lemme sleep!" From the other side of the tent was a soft thud.

Souji threw the rock back. It hit through the thin lining of the tent and the walls fell apart and all the fibers came off at onc, leaving the moonlight shining luminescently on the exposed trio. "Yosuke.... what would you do for a flying car?"

"Uhhh... I'd probably trade it for something like Cup-O-Noodles."

Souji sat up, trying to see his friend's face. "Really?"

"Yeah."

"Me too."


"H-huh?" Kanji rubbed his forehead, looking around him a broad stretch of white land, full of snow. "The hell...." The last memory that he had was talking to Souji and Yosuke and hiding in their tent on the camping trip, but this was ridiculous.

Kanji was wearing his skull tanktop.

He was in Antarctica.