"Hey, Yoyo. You wanna stay for breakfast?" Corn asked Yoyo, who was about to leave the GG's Garage, which was an abandoned hotel construction zone.
"Nah. I'm gonna explore, yo."
Yoyo skated off as Corn, the leader of the GGs, slowly got off the large sofa on which he usually slept. "Ergh…"
"Whazzu wit yoyo…" Beat asked, rather sleepily.
"I dunno. Seems he's been going out more often than usual."
"Whow…"
Yoyo skated nonchalantly around Shibuya Terminal.
Nothing exciting going on. All of Tokyo is ours, the other gangs have gone into hiding… It's all so boring, yo.
Yoyo then did a frontside rail grind on the stair rails. Man, even this is dull now.
His eye caught one of his tags: a young man screaming into a mike. I guess Rokakku and his goons are just ignoring this now. Heh, it looks good beside that karaoke bar ad, yo.
But why is it so boring?
Why can't another adventure come along?
Something cool n' fast, yo…
"Hey, wake up, Tokyo! It's the station that's too good for anyone else… JET SET RADIO!
"Well, it's a few weeks after Rokakku's defeat by the GG's. He's outa the hospital now, and he's got a bad plan – one I can't even think of! And you guys better beware… Hayashi's back too, and he's gotten uglier since he got fired! Sheesh! Has he ever hearda' shaving?
"However, that's paling in comparison on what we got goin' on in 99th Street! Apparently, one metallic crate has appeared behind a mall. And let me tell you… DAMN the logo's ugly. What does it mean? 'Miles of ugly-lookin' smiles'? Somethin's for sure: Whoever did that's a total egghead.
"Go out to 99th Street and open up your Christmas present, kiddies!"
Yoyo dashed into the Garage. Everyone was up and debating.
"…Rapid 99 might go up against us…"
"…Flag sounds like a good challenge."
"… You think it contains money?"
Yoyo balked. "Are we gonna go or what, yo?"
Corn paused for a moment. Then he gave his final descision.
"I think Yoyo and I need to find that box."