Location: Jersey City. . .

Tires squealing as Coop slammed his foot on the brake, Jamie was glad he'd buckled up as his body lurched forward, stopping due to the protective hug of the seat belt. They'd arrived in only a few minutes, with no talking after they hit the road. Coop was dead serious about finding out what was going on with the game.

However, it seemed like fate had other ideas for them today.

The exact street they needed, where the one store, which was Coop's favorite (and only worthwhile, in his opinion) video game store in Jersey City, was occupied by roadblocks and a large crowd.

"Hey, what gives?," Coop grunted as he slammed his fist on the horn. Aside from his classy custom horn, nothing of interest happened. "Why are all these people here? Today, of all days?"

"Probably 'cause of that," Jamie pointed out, finger waggling in the direction of a van with the words "PoPTV" scrawled on the side in red at the other end of the street.

"Last time I checked, Bugra wasn't something that would draw out these kinds of people," Coop mused as he grabbed the stick, shifted into reverse, and backed away. They'd have to find a spot to park before they investigated.

"What, losers?" Jamie cracked. This time Coop could pull his hand away from the wheel and they were able to bump fists before tucking their middle and ring fingers down.

"Nice," they said in unison as Kiva rolled her eyes. She'd gotten used to many things during her stay, and even though she'd once done so with Jamie, those constant fist bumps were silly. Silly and fun, she supposed, but they overdid it. Then again, Coop overdid everything. Food, video games, cars, her robot. The complete overhaul of the controls still caused her to shudder when she thought about it, but Coop was able to handle it.

He was still learning on the fly and had no clue what to do besides bash buttons in most scenarios, but it was working. Why ruin a good thing, especially when that good thing was consistently sending the Glorft back to their mother ship in an embarrassed wreck?

"Oh, here we go, open spot," she heard Coop excitedly announce from the front as the car sped up, both things pulling her abruptly from her momentary blank-out, which itself was startling. Since when did she have those kinds of moments? They could get her killed. This primitive lifestyle was definitely getting to her.

Easing into the open spot, an elderly woman, who had been eying the same spot, drove by and stuck her head out the window, yelling at Coop for being an inconsiderate hog before speeding away.

"Hey, you just gotta be faster on the draw!" the large man tried yelling back, but at that point she was already gone. And Jamie was amused again.

"Alright," Coop grunted as he opened his door and got out, waiting for the other two to join him before shutting his door and walking down the sidewalk. "Let's see what's going on, and if there's still any copies of Bugra left."

"At this point you should be happy if the store's even open," Jamie mused, hands tucked in his pockets as he skulked alongside his larger friend. "Never know what to expect with these kinds of loser fests."

Moving along in silence, as Coop wasn't paying attention and Kiva focused on the repair plans in her head for MEGAS; she needed to replace the rusted parts in the car before she began work on MEGAS, the red-headed futuristic warrior hoped this 'Bugra' game would actually be in stock. The sooner Coop was distracted by something that didn't require the car, the sooner she could get the problems fixed. It was a giant concern, and Coop, being Coop, would just brush it off until the problem slapped him in the face.

Or in this case, the car flying off of MEGAS in mid-combat and likely getting them all killed before they even hit the ground. This, without a doubt, had to be the worst part when it came to working with Coop. He was far too stubborn and his solutions were terrible ideas in the first place... but they always wound up working in the end. That should've been enough to calm her, but it couldn't. Any sane combatant knew they had to stay in top shape and take care of their weapons. Coop certainly didn't take care of himself, but he was a bit more mindful when it came to MEGAS.

"Move it pal," Kiva heard Coop grunt as he began wading through the crowd, Jamie following close behind his large wake. The store, called 'FyneNailz', directly across the street from the game shop was packed to the brim with people, and a small little tent was set up just outside the building with a man who was dressed in generic hip-hop clothing: Baggy blue jeans, a white T-Shirt, and a hat that was put on sideways. The man was holding a microphone and yelling something into it, but neither of the three could hear until they got closer.

"Ladies and gentlemen, y'all ready to meet the winner of Cheerleader Wars, hosted by FyneNailz and POP TV?"

This stopped Jamie in his tracks, causing Kiva to bump into him and slap him on the back of the head, which Jamie didn't even feel.

"Oh man, oh man, oh man," Jamie squeaked as Coop, oblivious to anything but the game store and Bugra, continued on his way through the crowd.

"Kiva," Jamie hissed through clenched teeth and grabbed onto the redhead's arm. "That's Sarah! She's in that shop!"

"Sarah?" Kiva murmured as she raised an eyebrow in amusement. "I thought you said this was a 'loser fest', Jamie! What happened to that?"

"This is different," he snapped at her as he shook her arm. "My Sarah! From Cheerleader Wars is in that shop!"

Kiva glanced back once to find Coop, and only saw a large mass of man pounding his fists on the door of the game store, before turning her attention back to Jamie. "Why don't you go in and talk to her?"

"I can't do that! Look at all these people!" Jamie hissed once more, finally letting go of Kiva's arm as he attempted to stand on the tips of his toes to get a better look inside the nail salon, to no avail. Any one of them could have been Sarah, and he couldn't tell. All these stupid people were in the way- of all times not to have MEGAS!

Kiva once more glanced back to find Coop, hoping he'd return and help her tame Jamie, preferably by choking him with one of those abnormally large arms. To her dismay, she only caught a glimpse of the man entering the game store and knew she'd be on Jamie duty for awhile.

Location: H.o.N [Hand of Nerd] (A.K.A: Coop's fav game shop)

Nudging his way through the door which he wasn't even able to open all the way, Coop grunted under his breath as he sucked in his gut and pushed. It was incredibly difficult, and it felt like someone outside was actually pushing on the door to make it even harder. Then Coop glanced back and noticed someone actually was, one hand against the glass door as they prattled on a cellphone, completely oblivious to the fat warrior currently trapped between gaming nirvana and a POP TV crowd.

"Hey," Coop yelled as he smacked his fist against the glass, the man on the other side jumping in surprise and allowing Coop to pull the rest of his body through and stumble into the store. He was finally in, after all the trials and tribulations. It was time to figure out just what was going on.

"Bugra," Coop remembered in a flash, quickly jaunting over to the checkout counter and to a clerk who looked extremely bored as he rang up a child who was paying in change.

"Bugra?" he repeated, hopeful the clerk needed no other words.

The clerk simply glanced up at Coop, down at the child, then at the change. He sighed, gritting his teeth as he began to count the money up again.

Feeling his temper raise, Coop drummed his fingers on the counter and glanced around before trying the same tactic incase it would offer up a new result. "Bugra?"

"This kid got the last copy," the clerk droned, his eyes widening as he seemed to just realize the fact that he'd have to recount the change a third time. "Is that all you want? I'm busy here," he said as he shot Coop a glare.

It suddenly felt as if all light, warmth, neigh, happiness had been ripped from Coop's overweight body and violently beaten into the ground. It felt as if Philly cheese steaks had just been outlawed, or wrestling had suddenly become a thing of the past, never to air a Pay-Per-View again. Not only had Coop not gotten a copy, but he lost it in the most humiliating way possible: the little kid scenario.

So Coop did the only thing he could.

Location: Big Ol' Party Area. (Jamie's nearly about to wet himself.)

"Come on, let's get going," Coop yelled over the roar of the crowd five minutes later, one hand grasping Jamie, who had turned into an all out crazy, screaming fan, by the upper-arm.

"Why?," Jamie whined as he struggled to stay, resorting to holding on to a strangers shoulders just a foot away. "You've got Bugra, let me stay!"

"I don't have Bugra!" Coop yelled as he tugged on Jamie's arm even harder, refusing to let his friend fall to the masses of POP. "Now come on, let's get going!"

"What happened, they didn't get their shipments in yet?," Kiva inquired, with her own interest in getting Coop that game. The fact he came out empty-handed meant they'd likely be in MEGAS all day, which meant an even higher possibility of combat before the repairs could be made. It was infuriating.

"I don't want to talk about it," Coop shot back, yanking at Jamie's arm one last time before letting him go. It was no use, Coop figured, his friend was lost to the horde of rabid fans for the next six or seven hours.

Normally, Coop's reaction would've caused Jamie to start laughing at him, as he was fully aware of the 'little kid scenario', but at this particular moment, with the possibility of actually seeing Sarah in person, or even better, scoring her phone number and a date, he didn't care. Making fun of Coop could wait, because there was always ample opportunity for it.

"Yeah, you go do whatever you gotta do," Jamie mumbled, which was barely coherent over the gaggle of people around them yelling and laughing. "I'll stay here and, you know, stuff."

Rolling his eyes, Coop looked over to Kiva, wondering just what she was going to do. "You cool to stay here, Red? Someone needs to babysit Jamie."

"Is there any chance I can work on MEGAS?," she asked, hopeful she could get out of Jamie watch, as five minutes of it was bad enough. An entire day would just be pure torture...

"Do you need the car for that?" Coop returned, watching Jamie push and struggle his way through the horde in front of him to get closer to the salon. "Cuz I'm gonna be driving all over today trying to find a store that's carryin' Bugra."

Giving up then and there, Kiva groaned and waved Coop off, immediately going after Jamie who she'd already lost sight of.

"Have fun with that," Coop laughed as he turned and began the trek back to his car, running as fast as his chubby legs would take him. He had a date with destiny.

Coop had a date, with Bugra.