The Actual Part Of The Confrontation Where Conflict Of Some Sort Takes Place:
"Finally!" said Xakko. "I'm liking this section title!"
"You just don't get the separation between us and the audience, do you?" Yakko asked Xakko. "You aren't supposed to see the section titles."
Xakko simply shrugged. "Hey, I'm the bad guy," he said. "I don't follow rules."
(((A/N: About a foot to the left, Xakko, the microphones aren't quite picking up your voice as well as I would like.)))
"Oh, about here?"
(((A/N: Yeah, that's good.)))
Yakko raised an eyebrow while looking at the audience, then towards Xakko. "You were saying?"
Xakko looked exasperated. "Look, the section title says I get to fight some, so I'm going to do that without waiting any longer, okkay?"
"Sure," said Yakko.
Xakko sprinkled some more ICC™ on his clawed feet for good measure (((A/N: Order today! Only $199.99!))) and began to walk a straight line towards Yakko. He raised his right leg to kick, but changed direction at the last moment, blindsiding Wakko in the head and sending him tumbling into the television.
"Hey! That unplugged the video game!" Wakko said, considering the loss of unsaved games more important than the new sensation of pain he felt on his cheek from the deep cuts the claws had left. The television changed back to normal; a news report was being broadcast.
"…border crossing at St. Stephen and Calais, then ran off into the-"SMASH! The report was cut off as Yakko landed on the T.V. and broke the screen, his ribs smarting from Xakko's second kick.
Xakko turned his attention to Dot. He pulled out the knife he had used on himself earlier, and an evil grin spread on his face.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you!" said an unseen voice.
"ANOTHER salesman!" said Wakko. "I hope he's nicer than the first one."
