Part II

(World Map, just outside of Salva)

Claude: "So, Rena, where we headed?"

Rena: "Oh! We're to go to Cross. To get there, we need to..."

Claude: "STOP!"

Rena: "!"

(looks around)

Rena: "Huh?"

Claude: "Guys never take directions from girls. We do things ourselves, and usually get to our destination with little to no sidetracks."

Claude: "Onward, my loyal followers!"

Director: "(...Followers? Oh, right, we have to make sure he doesn't get killed...but wait, that's not necessarily a BAD thing...Hmmm...)"

Director: "Pssst! Camera dudes, c'mere."

Camera Crew: "Yeah?"

Director: "You know about the oath you guys swore to me in your application?"

Camera Dude #2: "Of course, it said 'I swear on my wife and children's life that I will not allow the actors to get killed on camera. If the actor should need help, I will gladly sacrifice myself to save him/her, whichever the case may be.'"

Director: "Yup, that's word-for-word. You have good memory, you'd make a good actor!"

Camera Dude #2: "Actually, I was reading it in front of your face, sir."

Director: "!"

Director: "Oh, yeah, I knew that! (nervously) Well, you can just tear that oath up. I've come to the realization that we can easily find better replacements for these chums."

Camera Crew: "Yay." (tearing commences)


Decisions, Decisions

(Outside of Salva, World Map)

Rena: "Well, Claude, lead the way then."

Claude: "Don't mind if I do!"

(starts journeying)

(Comes across a big fork in the road)

Claude: "Ggh?"

Rena: "What is it?"

Claude: "Which way should I go?"

Claude: "There's a castle in the north, on my left is a longer road, and on my right is a road that leads to a cavern of sorts."

Claude: "Which way to go..."

Rena: "We go n---"

Claude: "SILENCE!"

Rena: "(Stuck-up jerk...)"

Claude: "Eenee meenee minee Mo!" (points west)

Claude: "We go that-a-way!"

Rena: (smacks herself on the head)

(After long hours of walking and putting up with Claude's stupid 'morale chants'...)

Claude: (militaristically) "Left, Right, Left Right Left!"

Rena: "Claude, where on Urth have you taken us?"

Claude: "Ain't this band of mountains Cross?"

Rena: "NO! Cross is a castle-town!"

Claude: "Then where the #&!$ is a castle?"

Rena: "Don't you remember seeing that castle back there?"

Claude: "Oh, well, maybe if we cross these, we'll get to Cross via a different route!"

Rena: "...okay..."

(They enter the mountains)

Claude: "Hmmm...there are bound to be monsters in these mountains we're currently in. But, since this is only the beginning of an RPG, they can't be too strong."

Battle Begins

Claude: "Be careful!"

Rena: "Looks strong!"

Claude: "Better throw some spectacles at them!"

(starts chucking spectacles)

Mage: "OW! What the $#?& was that for? My eye! Agh!"

Claude: "Where's the monster data?"

Mage: "Things don't work that easily! Ow! You're dead!"

Eruption chant

Rena: "Ahhhhh! How do we counter?"

Claude: "Hmmmm...lemme think here..."

Rena: "Claude, use Air Slash!"

Claude: "What's that! Let me get CLOSER to you, then tell me!"

walks right beside Rena

Rena: "Claude, use Air Slash! NOW!"

Mage: "Too late...Eruption!"

firey explosions and lava-gushing

Claude: "Rena..."

dies

Rena: "Ashton!"

dies

Director: "Yes, they did it! Raises for all of you!"

Camera Crew: "All RIGHT!"

w00t.

(Mountains west of Cross)

Director: "Oh, yes. This is awsome."

Camera Dude #8: "It certainly is. Claude was giving me headaches the whole way here."

Director: "...You were the one who was against the whole 'Kill Claude Off' plan, weren't you?"

Camera Dude #8: "(Oh crap!)"

Assistant Director: "Yup, he definitely was."

Camera Dude #8: "How do you know it was ME! It could've been any one of these Camera Dudes! For Pete's sake, we all have the same SPRITE!"

Director: "He does have a valid point there."

Camera Dude #8: "I do?...oh, yes, I mean...I DO!"

Director: "You're sweating...Get him."

Camera Dude #8: "Hey...it's not me, I tell ya! It was...AHHHHHHH! NOT MY SUIT! NOT MY NEWLY WASHED, HOT PINK SUIT! NOOOOOOOOOO!"

(crew continues to harass poor Camera Dude #8---not in a perverted way, mind you)

(Two fun-filled hours later...)

Director: "Geez, how stupid was I? I shouldn't get so angry over a little thing like that."

Camera Dude #8: "..."

Director: "I think I'll let you off the hook."

Camera Dude: "!"

(Director drops rope, which was holding Camera Dude #8 over one of the mountain's cliffs via coatrack hook)

Camera Dude #8: "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-----SPLAT!"

Director: "Hahaha! He was a funny little flunky, wasn't he?"

Camera Crew: "..."

Director: "What? Why aren't you laughing?"

Camera Dude #5: "Who's to say when you'll do that to one of us next! We have lives too you know!"

Director: (sweats) "Ummm...bah-guh..."

Random Camera Dude: "Those with power tend to abuse it!"

Director: "..."

(pulls out Colt .45)

BANG!

(Random Camera Dude drops dead instantly)

Director: "Okay, I think we've had just about enough of 'Insane Philosophy' for today. Now, who wants the extra pay that these two no longer 'need'?"

Camera Crew: "ME! ME! ME!"

Director: "(Heheheh...I still got it...no wonder I got all A's in 'Advanced Recruiting' and 'Reasoning'...)"

Shoulda done that in the first place...

(Mountains West of Cross)

Director: "Damn! I can't find any suitable replacements for Claude and Rena."

Assistant Director: "How many minutes are left on your cellphone?"

Director: "Now that you mention it, I'm down to my last minute and a half..."

Assistant Director: "Man, we're screwed. We are scheduled to pick up Ashton from the Salva Mine in about 5 days..."

Director: "His agent won't let him wait any longer?"

Assistant Director: "Yeah, and the others were getting pretty ancy, too."

Director: "Looks like we have to stick with these two."

(looks at Claude and Rena's rapidly decomposing bodies)

Assistant: "They're not 'aging' well. Rena's turning a little brown."

Director: "Any reviving crap?"

Assistant: "Funny Thief A had all our medicinal items, but he ran off a little while ago."

Director: "Rrrrgh, I hate those gutless deserters!"

Assistant: "Camera Dudes 11, 12, and 88 left as well."

Director: "88! We hired THAT many?"

Assistant: "No, they just seem to be able to inexplainably clone themselves."

Director: "What the #$!&'s going on around here?"

Director: "Well, let's start mixing up a bunch of crap. Start scouring the area for possible items to throw in the mix."

Assistant: "Will do."

(10 minutes later)

Assistant: "Here's what I got: 2 pairs of unwashed Camera Dude briefs, a moldy piece of cheese, 19 cents, 12,987 FOL, and a Zippo Lighter."

Director: "12,987 FOL? Shouldn't we save that for later?"

Assistant: "..."

Director: "..."

Both: "Naaaaaaahhhh!"

(Director and Assistant start mixing a bunch of crap, in hopes of creating some sort of revival item)

(30 vigorous minutes later...)

Director: "Phew! That took a lot out of me!" (pants)

Assistant: "Yes. (puff) Let's pray we got something good..."

(pulls out a strange glob of cream from the pot)

Assistant: "1-Up Pudding..."

Director: "It says 'This miracle pudding is so'...forget that. I'm gunna check the alternate description. 'Restores HP 100'..."

Assistant: "..."

Director: "Dangit, it doesn't say that it REVIVES!"

(shoves it in hot pot)

Assistant: "Let's throw this Flare Ring in the mix! I won it earlier by pushing a mage with a shard of glass pierced in his eye over this cliff."

Director: "Better than nothing. Go sir."

(tosses Flare Ring in)

Everyone: "..."

BOOOOOOOOOM!

flames erupt

Director: "Crap! Fire Drill everyone!"

(entire Crew scrams offa the mountain)

Assistant: "Sorry there."

Director: "...screw this, let's just take them to an Inn!"

Interferon

(At the Base of the Mountains in Cross)

(Director and Crew are tiredly dragging Rena and Claude's lifeless bodies toward the Inn in Cross)

Director: (huff puff wheeze) "Man, these crispy corpses are HEAVY!"

Assistant: (George W. Bush) "Phew! Indeed."

Director: "Huh?"

Camera Dude #2: "HA! You got BUSH'D!"

Assistant: "Curse that filthy author of these bloopers!"

Director: "Bloopers? THAT'S what this is?"

smacks head

MetalGearSolidBoy: (to himself) "Oh, CRAP!"

(MetalGearSolidBoy beams himself down from the sky, and is disguised as a 100-foot tall Metal Dragon with two huge cannons on his shoulder)

MetalGearSolidDragon: "What are you talking about? This ain't no blooper!"

Camera Dude #2: "Nice try, MGSB, but I can see your real feet under that Halloween costume."

MetalGearSolidDragon: "!" (looks down)

Director: "Just what the #!$&'s going on around here?"

Assistant: "My thoughts exactly. Explain, dragon-dude."

MetalGearSolidDragon: "There's nothing to explain. I'm not MGSB, I am...ummm..a Boss that you have to defeat! Rawr!"

Director: "sigh"

Battle Starts

(random Beginning of Battle Chatter starts)

Director: "This won't take long."

Assistant: "I LOVE you!" (winks)

Camera Dudes 1-94: "Let'th thpice things up a bit!"

MGSD: "Prepare for...umm..I mean...pRePaRe fOr TrOubLE!"

Camera Dude #45: "...and make it double!"

(Director pulls out his .45 again)

(shoots Camera Dude #45 in the foot)

MGSD: "Hahaha...die! My cannons will shred j00 up!"

(fires out Silly-String at party)

Camera Dudes: "Ahhh! Ack, Ick, get if offa us! He's invincible!"

Camera Dudes 12-28 die from the Silly String

More BS

MGSD: "What the...? Where are the explosive shells this bad boy was supposed to fire out?"

Director: "It's a C-O-S-T-U-M-E."

MGSD: "Well, sorry! I had to come up with something quick so that I could make you believe that I'm not the blooper writer, and that this isn't a blooper!"

Assistant: "That sentence you just stated was a RUN-ON! Hahahah, you're such a n00b."

MGSD: "AAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGG!"

(swipes Assistant with Claws of Fate)

2 damage

Assistant: "Plastic Claws...how pathetic."

Director: "Desperado Unleashed!"

(blasts away with shotgun)

45,893 damage

MGSD: "Owww! Dang, why'd I make that attack so fricking STRONG!"

Director: (taunts) "This'll be over before you can say "Cut!"

Camera Dudes: "Camera COMBINE!"

(Camera Dudes combine to form Jujitsu Warrior of the Black Port of Tenue)

MGSD: "OH noes! The Jujitsu Warrior of the Black Port of Tenue!"

(runs)

Director: "Bosses can't just run away..."

(slits MGSD with knife)

MGSD: "No! My limited edition Pure Silver Tail! Now you've done it..."

(MGSD ascends into the sky)

Director: "Oh my (INSERT FAVORITE DEITY HERE)!"

Jujitsu Warrior of the Black Port of Tenue: "Heheh...you got CENSORED!"

Director: "What the !$&#? That's not a CUSS word!"

Assistant: "Say, where's MGSD going?"

Jujitsu Warrior of the Black Port of Tenue: "Wooooooow! Look up there! It's a bird, it's a plane, it's...a Hell Servant!"

Director: "Holy Smokes! Run for your lives---Master Attack is far too strong, even though anyone can simply dodge it by running vertically!"

Jujitsu Warrior of the Black Port of Tenue: "Wait a tick...it's just MGSB in disguise again..."

Hell Servant: "Whatever..."

Squall's eidolon forms out of the blue of the sky, gets filled with a mysterious liquid the Americans call 'Water', materializes into the real Squall, does the DanceOnAir Tech from Chrono Cross, crashes his Revolver into the Earth, cries 'Rinoa! Where art Thou!' several times, casts Angel Wing on himself, flies gracefully toward MGSHellServant, steals $50, then vanishes into selectively smaller pockets of air

MetalGearSolidHellServant: "Son of a Flanigan!"

Director: "Awww, is the little afraid to cuss? Boo hoo."

Everyone: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

MGSHS: (cries) "Only one option left..."

Director! "No, not that!"

This blooper has been deleted at the request of the original poster -GameFAQs

(At the base of the what-cha-ma-call-it mountains)

Director: "That was a complete waste of time."

Assistant: "Yeah, everything just blacked out for a second."

Director: "..."

Assistant: "Let's forget that the whole MetalGearSolidBoy thing ever happened. We need to get Claude and Rena to an Inn already."

Director: "You're right. Let's MOVE OUT!"

(Camera crew starts dragging the bodies along the path to Cross)

Assistant: "Hey, is it safe for them to be dragging the corpses all the way to Cross? There's like, a million pieces of broken beer bottles on the ground."

Director: (finishes drinking his Bud Light bottle, then smashes it on the path) "Say what?"

Assistant: "You know...I think you have a drinking problem..."

Director: "...the !$&# do you know! (Hic) I can quit any time, thank you very (Hic)!"

Assistant: "Geez, where'd you even get that 6-pack?"

Director: "Heheheh...you noticed, huh?" (lifts up shirt)

Assistant: (sweatdrop) "GUH!"

Director: "Yup, I've been working out a lot lately. They say a Director's job is getting more physically demanding by the month!"

Assistant: (notices Director's beer belly, but no abs) "Erm...umm...that's not what I meant."

Assistant: "I wanted to know where you got that 6-pack of Bud."

Director: "!"

Director: "Oh! That...ummm...I smuggled some from Mr. Hearn's fridge."

Assistant: "Hearn's of Arlia?"

Director: "Yup. Heheheh...I used to walk up to him and say, 'How's yer Hearnia doing!' Hahahahahah!"

Assistant: (monotonously) "Ha...ha...ha..."

Director: "Who asked you to laugh?"

whap!

Assistant: "..." (tear)

Director: (looks back) "Hey! How's Claude doing?"

Camera Dude #9: "He's getting teared apart, sir. Most of his right arm got shredded up about 2 miles ago."

Director: "Ugh...let's start sprinting to Cross. Those two stink."

(sprints rather quickly, possibly with intentions of abandoning his crew)

Assistant: "Hey, he's gunna try to lose us in Cross! AFTER HIM!"

(Camera Dude Stampede starts)

(Boy walks toward Director)

Boy: "Please, sir. I'm so hungry. Spare me a penny's worth of FOL?"

Director: (munch) "Here you go, kid!"

(hands him rotten apple core, then runs off)

Alone

(Path to Cross)

Boy: "...what a pathetic attempt at a cliche..."

(Camera Dude Stampede approaches)

Boy: "HEY! Gimme some FOOD!"

(Boy gets trampled by mindless drones)

Boy: "...wait 'til my old man hears about this..."

vanishes

(1 hour later)

Director: "Phew! (Wheeze!) Finally made it to Cross. (puff) Now, to find a good spot to hide from those idiots..."

(heads toward castle)

Castle Guard: "Whoah! Slow down there partner! It's 9:00, time for us to close the castle entrance."

Director: "No, Please! You gotta let me in! There's no where else for me to go!"

Castle Guard: "There's an Inn right next to you!"

Director: "I have Insomnia."

Castle Guard: "Try the bar."

Director: "I have Social Anxiety Disorder."

Castle Guard: "...the dark corner next to the church?"

Director: "Already taken by this freaky married couple that are acting quite inappropriately."

Castle Guard! "Now this I gotta see!" (scrams)

Director: "Heheh...sucker!"

(tries to squeeze through nearly-shut door)

Director: "Mmmph! Urgggg! Gfff, I can't get in!"

(Castle Guard returns)

Castle Guard: "You filthy liar! There wasn't any...HEY!"

Director: "Gosh darnit, I'm STUCK."

Castle Guard: "We can't risk having this door open even this much. Intruders will surely break in!"

Director: "What! Who can possibly (Ummph!) get in here!"

Castle Guard: "Ummm...did you forget that every monster out there is 2-D? They're as thin as paper!"

Director: "Then why the heck can't I get through, huh? ANSWER THAT."

Castle Guard: "You look suspiciously CG to me..."

Director? "Crap! I forgot that I was illegally imported here."

Castle Guard: "Que?"

Director: "(Great. Now I don't even know what I'm talking about. Who's the moron behind this joke-of-blooper?)"

Director: "(Blooper? What am I saying? Who...am I? URGHH!)"

MetalGearSolidBoy: "(Hmm...one percussion grenade...)"

(chucks grenade)

(grenade explodes)

Director: "Nguamph!"

KO'd

MetalGearSolidBoy: "...and he won't remember a thing...Heeheehee!"

Farnam's hell

(Cross, shrouded by romantic midnight moonlight)

(Ahhh...savor this nocturnal moment of peace, readers...)

Drunk: "(Hic!) Rrrrg...DIE YOU $!#&ing MOON!"

(chucks Apple Cider up in air, apparently aimed for the moon, but lands back on Drunk's head)

CRASH! tingle tingle

Drunk: "Uuuuungggg..."

(passes out)

Director: (enters Tavern) "Well, this is a nice, friendly place."

(sips ale)

Bartender Homey: "Hey thar, bucko! No alcoholic beverages allowed!"

Director: "...hahaha, now that's a lame attempt at making me laugh..."

(gulps ale)

Bartender Homey: "No, I'm therious! We don't allow such drinks in MY bar!"

Director: "Helloooooo, this is a B-A-R."

Bartender Homey: "Hellooooo, read the S-I-G-N!"

points

"BY ORDER OF THE CHILD PROTECTION SOCIETY, ALCOHOLIC DRINKS ARE NOT TO BE DISPLAYED IN A POSITIVE MANNER IN ANY 'E' RATED AMERICAN GAME. CEASE AND DESIST ALL CONSUMPTION OF ALE, WHISKEY, RED STUFF, WINES, SHOTS, BEER, AND OTHER MANIFESTED FORMS OF SHEER WICKEDNESS. WE HAVE SENT ALL BARS ALTERNATIVE DRINKS WITH THE SAME SPRITES AS THE ALCOHOLIC ONES, EXCEPT THEY HAVE MORE KID-FRIENDLY NAMES, SUCH AS: ROOT BEER, APPLE CIDER, 'ISHIDAYA' TEA, SAMBAI TEA, BERRY JUICE, ETC..."

Director: "What the #!&$'s the point of a bar if you can't DRINK!"

Homey: "Thtop that, thilly! You can DRINK here, just not alcohol."

Director: "Explain this...why are there drunks in here if there's no alcoholic consumption allowed?"

Homey: "Pttht! (Do you know how long it would take produthers to redo all bar thenes?)"

Director: "WHY IS EVERYBODY TALKING TO ME AS IF THIS IS SOME SORTA GAME! I'M TRYING TO FILM AN RPG WITHOUT ALL YOU CRAZY PEOPLE SPREADING YOUR CHEAP PHILOSOPHY ON LIFE!"

Homey: "Okay, calm down there, we're here to help you. OH BOYTH!"

(Two rather buff Gorilla Things come out of nowhere, handing out flowers to drunks in the meantime)

Drunk: "Awwww, wook at deh pwetty fwower!" (rips it up)

Gorilla Thing 1: "...RwARRRRRRR!"

Drunk: "Heheh...nice Gorilla thing...nice little..AHHHHHH! MY ARM! CRACK AUUUGH! NO MORE! UNO! UNO! I SAID UN..."

snap

Director: breathes heavily "Oh...crap."

Homey: "Thshow thith man out, will you pleath?"

Director: "Man, where's a Phase Gun when you need one..."

BOOT!

Director: "Oof!"

(rubs rear to ease pain emanating from it)

Thing 2: "Rwarwaheeheerwa!"

(closes bar door)

Director: "Lousy Cat-In-The-Hat Rip-Offs... grumbles...Thing 1 and Thing 2...HA!"

(the Cheers themesong starts playing in the bar)

Director: "(hums along with tune)"

Reunited

(Cross, outside of Bar)

Director: "Not even a bar will take me in. I need a place to crash..."

Assistant: "THERE you are!"

Director: "Whoop-dee-do...now what do you want?"

Assistant: "We gotta get Claude and Rena to an Inn. Some flies have laid eggs in Claude's torn up arm."

Director: "...bet he's a devil with the 'babes'. Hahaha...GET IT?"

Assistant: "Actually, I don't seem to comprehend what you're implying..."

Director: "Flies have laid eggs in his arm, and soon they will hatch into babes. It's implying that he's a devil with the babes, y'know? It has a double meaning, HAHAHAHAHA!"

Assistant: "Okay, no more Vodka for you..."

(maggots start feasting on Claude's flesh)

Camera Dude #145: "Oh no, they're eating him alive!"

Director: "He's been DEAD for almost 10 hours, Jango."

Assistant: "Let's get to the Inn already!"

(heads for Rachel's Inn)

Rachel: (stares at Director) "Heheheh...hey there, handsome. My name's Rachel, but YOU can call me 'Aunt Rachel'. Ooooohh..."

Director: "(Ugh, she's worse than my fifth ex...)"

Rachel: "Come again?"

Director: "Huh? Oh, nothing. Nothing at all..."

Director: "Gimme a room."

Rachel: "Well, it just so happens that there is one room left..."

Director: "Good, I'll take..."

Rachel: "...MY room."

Director: gags "No. Just, no..."

Rachel: "Hah, I guess you're not sleeping here tonight. And believe me, there isn't another place to stay for miles."

Director: "At least let these two stay here for the night."

(points to Claude and Rena, long dead)

Rachel: "Ewww, gross! This isn't the morgue! Get them out of here!"

Director: "Whaddaya mean! Inns are supposed to fully recover anyone after one night of rest!"

Rachel: "Look, maybe where you come from, things work out that easily. But this is REALITY. Come back to it."

Director: "You call this reality? Look at this!"

Rachel: "FOL?"

Director: "Pure 100 percent Monopoly money. Lady, this ain't reality. Now, give them a room before my 12-Gauge starts talkin."

Rachel: (glances) "Wha? I-is that RENA!"

Director: "Uh, yeah..."

Rachel: "Oh my Tria!"

Director: "I'd ask you not to take the name of your lord in vain, please..."

Rachel: "All right. I'll give you a room."

Rachel: "Take your pick. We've got 18 rooms available."

Director: "(hits himself in the face)"

Camera Crew: "Yo, let's split up into groups of 18, then share each room."

Director: "...I'm not paying for 18 rooms. You guys can all sleep in the 'Hombre Pobre' room."

Camera Crew: "..."

Director: "What? You guys are as space-efficient as Tetris blocks!"

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand, They're Back!

(Cross Inn)

Director: (yawns) "Huaah...I feel like I've only slept for 5 seconds..."

Assistant: "I know what you mean. First I black out, then I hear some funky music, then I wake up, and suddenly it's morning."

Director: "...I hate this planet."

(hides under blankets)

Director: "So...how's Claude and Rinoa?"

Assistant: "You mean Claude and Ranma?"

Director: "...Who cares? Are they awake?"

(Claude rushes into the room)

Claude: "Goooooooooooooooood Morning!"

(jumps on top of Director's bed)

Director: "Ooooff! G...g...get the #&!$ offa me!"

Claude: "Fine, fine. I just thought you'd be happy to see that I'm doing GRR-RR-EAT!"

Director: "...think you've had enough Frosted Flakes yet?"

Claude: "No, Tony the Tiger says I need more."

(looks to his right)

Claude: "Isn't that right, Tony?"

Imaginary Friend Tony: "Yup. And remember kids...Fire is your friend."

Claude: "Oh boy, FIRE! Wheee!"

Director: sweatdrop "(Who's he talkin' to? I don't see anyone...)"

Rena: "Sup Direc?"

Director: "Uh, what up with you?"

Rena: "When we moving on to the Castle? Claude's been driving me crazy all morning. Next time, you're sleeping in the same room as him, not me."

Director: "Look, do you want to get paid or what?"

Rena: (sighs) "Ugh, fine. But remember, you promised me 10 percent of the profits."

Director: "Yeah, sure." (rolls eyes back)

-2 Friendship Points between Director and Rena

Assistant: "Umm..umm...Mr. Director? I thought you might want this..."

(hands Director a can of Miller Light)

+58 Romance Points between Director and Assistant

Claude: "Hey Tony, need your back scratched?"

Tony (as Kool-Aid Man): "Ohhhhh yeeaahhh..."

(starts scratching Imaginary Friend Tony's untangible fur)

+2,458,989 Romance Points between Tony and Claude

Rena: "Claude, what the #$!& are you flailing your arms around for?"

(continues to scratch Imaginary Tony's back)

Rena: "Geez, whatever..."

Squall sends his astrophysical projection to the Inn, starts break dancing on Rachel's head, shouts "w00t w00t!", eats Camera Dude #73, pours Fairy Dust in his hair, runs around like a complete idiot, recites the names of every President in Pakistan, uses psychic powers to extract $50 from Rena's purse, then explodes into thin air

Everyone: "..."

-1 Friendship Point between Rena, Squall, and a mysterious little gnome known only as The Little Man From Peru

To Be Continued----someday/month/year!