More silliness. Yeah, I don't think any of the characters are this stupid… except perhaps Hayate… kidding! KIDDING!
By the time they got down to the dining room, there was another argument in progress.
"I beat you down,"
"No you didn't! I was miles in front of you!"
"You're just jealous of my good looks!"
"Why would I be jealous of your flat head?"
"I do not have a flat head!"
"Could you please pass the gravy?" Kasumi asked politely.
"What do you call that, numbskull?"
"A bigger brain then you have!"
"You don't have enough room for a brain in that flat skull of yours!"
"Sure," Leifang passed the bowl of gravy down to her friend.
"I'd rather have a flat head then a flat… thing!" Bayman roared.
Hayabusa blinked.
"Umm… how do you know?"
The next morning, there was obviously some tension between Bayman and Hayabusa. Soon, it was obvious as to why, or so it seemed.
"Uh…" Leifang started, not knowing how to word it politely. "Bayman, why do you have pictures of bananas all over your face?"
"Ask him!" Bayman yelled, pointing to Hayabusa.
"What?" Hayabusa immediately frowned. "It wasn't me!"
"Sure it wasn't!" The assassin grabbed the ninja, dragged him outside and slammed the door. Everyone flinched as they heard the tell-tale cracking of the scorpion death lock.
"Oops," Jann-Lee said sheepishly. Everyone glared at him.
"Why the hell did you draw bananas on his face?" Zack asked, bemused. Jann-Lee shrugged.
"Well, they were supposed to be half-moons, but…"
He was interrupted by a loud slap.
"Get off! Cracking my leg in three places is enough, but you are not tickling me any more!" Another resounding slap echoed through the room.
"Whoa, he packs a punch," Tina mused aloud. "Remind me not to get him mad. He sounds as though he slaps hard,"
Bayman stormed back into the room, followed by a disgruntled Hayabusa. They sat at opposite ends of the table and refused to look at each other.
"Why don't you wash them off?" Hitomi suggested tentatively.
"Why? Why?" Bayman roared. "Because the little idiot used permanent marker, that's why! You little…"
Everyone sighed as the ninja was grabbed again, hauled outside again, and met the scorpion death lock again. Jann-Lee looked almost guilty. Almost.
A few minutes later, Bayman came in. No signs of Hayabusa anywhere.
"Bayman?" Tina asked delicately. "Where'd Hayabusa go?"
"Where? Where?" Bayman roared. Then he shrugged. "I dunno. He muttered something about 'crutches' and 'cattle prod' and 'thing' before going,"
"Oh," Everyone looked rather sheepish.
"So, while he's gone!" Helena said happily. "Any ideas?"
"Some crutches?" Zack suggested wisely.
"A cattle prod?" Kasumi asked helpfully.
"A thing?" Ayane asked not-so helpfully.
"Two things!" Hayate exclaimed happily.
He was met with eleven odd looks.
Silence.
"Am… am I misunderstanding what a thing is?" Hayate asked tentatively.
"What do you think it is?" Christie asked, smiling like a snake would when it was about to eat its dinner.
"A brain?" Hayate asked.
Everyone simultaneously slapped their foreheads.
"Not quite," Hitomi finally managed to say.
"Oh," There was a pause. "Then are you going to let me in on the joke?"
More silence.
"Guys?"
"Let's spar!" Had been the words of doom for the day. Especially with Hayabusa, who had holstered a cattle prod instead of his usual sword whilst fighting Bayman.
Hayabusa kicked Bayman across the arena, before running over, jumping on him, and…
…and…
"Okay, Hayabusa, I think he's dead," Ayane said after several moments of watching the super ninja literally bounce on top of the assassin's limp body.
"Oh," Hayabusa got off, not before waving his fingers around like a conductor, ending with the usual two fingered action. However, the words were not the same. "Two fingered up yours, bitch!" the super ninja declared, before pulling out the cattle prod.
"Whatever happened to 'Rin Pyo To Sha Kai Chin Retsu Zai Zen?'" Hayate asked nobody in particular as they all watched the interesting display involving the assassin, the super ninja, some painful looking kicks and a cattle prod.