A small group of friends - Ryu, Ken Masters, Guile, Chun-Li, Sakura Kasugano, Dan Hibiki, and Blanka (aka Jimmy) - completed a mission in Southeast Asia and rewarded themselves by cooling off in a freshwater pond that they located in a jungle.
Everyone changed into their swimwear. However, Blanka always wore just a pair of brown, fur-trimmed sweatshorts, so he didn't need to change into anything else.
All of the fighters were doing their own thing; be it exercising, playing, or indulging in the soothing feel and temperature of the water.
After a while of soaking just the lower-half of his body, Blanka climbed out and searched for an exciting way to drench the upper-half of his body.
He found it in the form of jungle vines suspended above the body of water.
And as he reached their height after climbing, he swung on them towards the pond - aiming above its center - where he released his grip from one of the vines and triple-flipped into the water with a potent "KER-GWOOSH!"
Five seconds afterwards, a shaggy, ovular, and diluted orange mound broke the surface; and sprouted two green muscular arms with orange hair on the elbows. The arms paddled the orange-haired mound to the surface.
With its two arms, the big, orange object lifted itself out of the pond to crouch upon its edge - emitting tiny waterfalls at the ends of its 33-inch, apricot-shaded locks.
Blanka's saturated mane completely draped his back, his head, his face, and his torso.
Sakura giggled at the sight of her beastly friend and called out, "Doing okay over there, Blanka?"
He responded by lifting a dripping arm and giving Sakura a thumbs-up gesture.
Amused, Blanka's best friend, Dan, swam over to where he was crouching as he started wringing out the ends.
"I give you a ten out of ten for that", Dan said playfully with a grin.
Blanka parted the bushy and soppy curtain with his hands to uncover his face and look at his friend.
Blanka gave him a toothy smirk. "Thanks. I should be an Olympian!"
"Hmm. I don't know. Hair usually slows down swimming ability and swimmers shave their hair all of the time", remarked Dan.
"Please! Those guys wished they had a stronger body like mine. And that's with these follicles! Besides, look who's talking, Ponytail!", Blanka scoffed.
Dan gave a sardonic gesture of faux-defense; shrugging with his palms facing forward, "Ohh-Kay. Fair point. You got me there."
"Seriously, though, you're going to manage just fine with your 'do all soaked? 'Cause I'd hate for you to get a really bad neck ache.", said Dan with some concern.
"Heh. No big deal. I got my own way of drying my mop off. Check it out."
Blanka removed his hands from the very long fringe that he kept from concealing his face, veiling it once more.
Just then, Blanka's body was emitting a soft buzzing noise that transitioned into a sharp, crackling one; along with the smell of static charges in everyone's noses. Small, electrical charges were wriggling all about Blanka's draped body; and some strands were rising from the orange, sopping wet shroud.
Dan and everyone else gazed towards Blanka as their expressions became one of extreme anxiety as they slowly realized what he was about to do without thinking it through.
"Uh, Blanka?... Jimmy?... Hold on a sec. Maybe you shouldn't-", stammered Dan.
But it was too late as strobes of electricity flashed from Blanka's figure and the pond area; silhouetting everything and everyone.
As the lightning shocks resided, the area was in crisp and colorful focus again as Blanka still remained crouched on the pond's edge; this time, with his big, wooly mop no longer drenched and smoothed out, but on top of his collar bone - rendered into an enormous ball of orange frizz (66-inches in diameter) burying his head.
The green animal man gave five vigorous side-to-side shakes with his chest, shoulders, and head to condition his scraggly mass to float down across his back again.
Combing his mass back with his fingers, Blanka stated with a mischievous grin, "Bet you guys wished you could do-".
All of his confidence immediately drained as he witnessed what he had just did:
His friends were floating on their backs with their eyes closed and their mouths open - alive but unconscious - with their bodies making sizzling and popping noises alongside vapors of steam rising from them.
Blanka became overwhelmed with embarrassment and anxiety as he absentmindedly rubbed the back of his head and uttered a strained, "Uh...Ohhh... Oops..."
Ah, well. At least they weren't dead. He'll just know better next time.
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