Honestly, I wrote this fic as an excuse to replicate that final scene in Hakuna Matata where Simba dries his mane in a rather insane way. Only here, I use Hajrudin and modify the scene to be thirty times more insane.

Ever since they were kids, Hajrudin, Stansen, and Road lived by the motto of Dressrosa Corrida. It signified the moment the giants of the world would reclaim their status over all other races. This ambition meant so much to them that they sang a decades-long musical number about it. They reached the transition sequence of their song where they walked on mountain peaks towards a cliff. All three of them aged and grew considerably, but Hajrudin's growth was the most tremendous out of all of them. Eventually, he was the tallest and broadest out of the three.

Road and Stansen were near the cliff and resumed singing while strutting with dancing motions.

Road & Stansen: Dressrosa! Corrida! Dressrosa! Corrida! Dressrosa! Corrida! Dressrosa! Corrida!

And that's when a fully matured Hajrudin entered the scene, wearing only a brown pair of shorts and showing off his colossal musculature along with his humongous 40ft. X 35ft. blanket of spiky brown hair. Road and Stansen were wearing full-body swimsuits, swim-caps, and watershoes, but Hajrudin wanted his burly physique and jungle-sized locks to be noticed and admired by the "smaller races" - much to the mild annoyance of his two friends.

He belted out in baritone:

Hajrudin: It meeeeeeans mooore victooooryyyyyyy!

[Flexing and posing]

For the rest of our daaaaaaayyyyys!

Hajrudin placed each of his hands on one of his friends' shoulders.

All Three: It's our lot in liiiiiiiife! Wiiiiiithout the striiiiiiife!

Stansen was the first to leap off the cliff into the ocean below with a cannonball as they chanted "Dressrosa Corrida". Road was the second as he swan-dived. Hajrudin was the last one in as he lunged forward and spread his arms to belly flop (minus the pain). The sheer force of Hajrudin's body colliding with the water's surface caused a moderate tsunami that propelled Road and Stansen to shore, but they flipped themselves into a standing position on the sandy ground.

Stansen: Dressrooooooooooss-sa Corr-id-a...

Road: [sardonically in background] He shooooooooouuuld have-worn-a-swim-cap...

Just as Road pulled out a flute to play "ooo-ooo-ooooooooooo..." sounds, Hajrudin emerged and waded out of the beach to stand on the shore. He joined his two pals... with his 40ft. x 35ft. mainmast of thick brown hair flattened, plastered, and saturated upon his well-built torso and square-jawed face sans his nose and bearded mouth. Accidentally tangled in the shaggy and soggy expanse were hundreds of coral pieces, seaweed strands, and wriggling sea life.

Like Road sang, he probably should have worn a swim cap.

Though, surprisingly, Hajrudin stood tall and proud on the shore with a smug grin on his eyeless face.

Road and Stansen didn't think much about Hajrudin's dopey appearance as they were still swaying and shuffling about in the musical mood.

Stansen: Dressrooo-sa Corri-daaaa...

Road: [sardonically in background] Probably Looooks liiike aaa soaked moooop

Without warning, hundreds of marine animals, pieces of coral, strands of seaweed, and drops of water were being flung in all directions from what looked like thousands of enormous brown flags and enormous brown ropes flailing and flapping from all angles; emitting sharp and heavy "FPPTH!!, FPPTH!!, FPPTH!!..." sounds. All of this was paired with Hajrudin shouting his signature laugh: DIGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGA!!!!

The items and creatures went sailing over Stansen's and Road's heads; not making physical contact with them... Except for a single giant sea bass that was smacked into Road's face.

As Hajrudin finished shaking every nuisance out of his hair, the sun was hot enough to thoroughly dry it and make it explode into a frizzy, coarse 80-ft. sphere with a thunderous "HWUUFFT!!!". It situated above his bulky shoulders as well as wreathed his nose and bearded mouth - which was in an open-mouthed grin - and blocked out the sun - casting a huge shadow on the beach shore; remaining that way for two seconds before inexplicably cascading to normal on his back again and leaving his eyes uncovered once more.

From a distance, many human-sized villagers were amused by the tallest and brawniest Giant's style of managing his follicles.

Road and Stansen were only mildly aware of what their larger friend did and all three of them continued onward as if nothing occurred.

All three: Haaaa-wooooooooooo-oooooooo-ooo-ooooooooo!

They were swaggering and marching towards the horizon.

Road: Sa Corrida

Hajrudin hooked a bulky arm around each of his friends.

Hajrudin: [belting] Dress-ro-sa Co-rri-da!

Stansen: i-daaaa... Eh-rii-daaaa. Ha-ha-haaaaaa...

The sun was setting as Stansen looked at his humongous friend and asked, "Hey, captain?"

Hajrudin glanced at Stansen.

"You ever thought about cutting your hair?"

"I'd rather die!", Hajrudin scoffed playfully.

Road chimed in, "Why not? After that plunge in the ocean, it would take you forever to get the salt out!"

"I'm more worried about your saltiness than the ocean's," remarked Hajrudin as he confidently tilted his head towards the sky with closed eyes and a toothy smirk.

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