So, this is the second part to Something Ridiculously Odd. It's...odd, eh? Enjoy!

Bakura slowly and meticulously cleaned the blood off of his bowie-knife with a rag, smiling and whistling a merry tune as he did so. Marik sat on the floor nearby, examining the chaos that had recently ensued with a careful eye.
Body-parts of firemen lay strewn across the floor, blood painting the once grey-white concrete a deep crimson. He looked up at Bakura, who was still cleaning his blade.
"Don't you think you may have overdone it slightly?" He asked. "I mean, look at this mess: how are we supposed to make use of their uniforms now? Everything's in pieces!"
Bakura sighed, his smile slowly fading into a scowl. He tossed the blood-stained rag on the floor and glared at the seated tomb-keeper. "Really Marik, must you always be such a killjoy?" He growled. "Yes, I'm aware that I've- quite literally0 made a bloody mess of this. But I enjoyed doing it. Can't you just leave it at that?"
Marik stood up. "If I remember correctly, this little excursion that you planned involved us posing as fir-fighters." He crossed his arms. "We're going to have a great time trying to convince people of that, dressed as we are."
Bakura sighed again and pointed at a wall with his knife. On said wall were two clean uniforms. Marik stared.
"Ah," he said simply. "Well then, shall we go?"
Bakura smirked and grabbed a helmet and placed it atop his head. "What kind of question is that?" He asked. "As it is, we're already gone."

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*Later...*

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Driving along the streets in their hijacked fire-truck, Marik and Bakura were having a jolly good time. However, something nagged at the back of Marik's mind as he steered the truck. He glanced at Bakura, who had a mega-phone in his lap. "Bakura?" he began tentatively.
"Yes, Marik?" Replied the homicidal spirit.
"As much fun as this is, I really must know why: why did you feel the urge to hijack a fire-truck?"
Bakura grinned. It was a very evil-looking grin: the kind of grin that made even the bravest of souls consider cowering in fear before it.
"Well Marik," he replied. "I'm quite glad you finally asked. You see, the one and only reason I decided to go about doing this was so that I could do one thing."
Marik raised an eyebrow. "What...thing?"
Bakura grinned even wider. "I wanted to do this."
At that, he rolled down the window beside him, turned on the megaphone to max, leaned out the window and shouted this into the device:
"NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOR!"

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Somewhere, in the distance, a girl named Mercedes doubled over in an insane fit of laughter, her friend Laura looking on in amusement. "Hehe," she chuckled. "So Bakura actually went through with it..."