Bonjour! Excuse moi pour mon francais, sil vous plait! (Good morning. Excuse me for my French, please.) Seriously, for this chapter please excuse me for my French (meaning there is some more invective/strong language/bad words in this chapter). :) DUN DUN DUN!

Larry was gasping for breath by the time they had reached the Stage.

Fred grinned at his friend, "Gosh, what an old lady."

Still breathless, Larry looked up sharply at his friend trying to be intimidating, but in this sorry state, his effort was unsuccessful. Fred's grin widened.

Finally, Larry was able to recover from the sprint. Circle yelped as a penguin came strolling by. Larry saw a particular color flash in the corner of his eye. He turned around.

"Hey, dude!" Fred spoke amiably to the purple penguin. "What a coincidence to see you here!"

The purple penguin laughed a dull laugh. He then spoke casually, "Nothing is ever a coincidence…"

Fred flinched a tiny bit, clearly finding what had just been spoken strange. A period of uncomfortable silence followed. The purple penguin seemed to be standing perfectly still dressed in his tuxedo and wearing that same weird smile. Fred's expression paused in that all too familiar look that you get when you find yourself in an awkward situation but continue to smile as to not to be rude. The whole thing did not last for longer than a second, but Larry knew he wouldn't be forgetting about it. Fred had broken the silence before it could drag on for any longer.

"Well, so… You're into music I am guessing?"

The purple penguin tilted his head to the side as if considering the best way to approach the green bird's question. "You can say that. I find those songs with penguins screaming rather….amusing… If that makes any sense at all."

Fred nodded. "Oh so you mean heavy metal and rock songs?"

The purple penguin smiled wider. "I suppose…" Larry thought he saw amusement in the purple bird's expression. The purple "someone" gestured towards the entrance. "Shall we go in?"

Without waiting for an answer, the purple bird lead the way into the building, the same old smile frozen on his face. Larry and Fred followed. The purple penguin said he would wait at his seat while the two friends went to meet the band backstage.

"Why aren't you coming?" Fred inquired.

The purple penguin got up, and noticed Larry's flinch.

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I hope he doesn't decide to come along, Larry thought as Fred asked the purple penguin why he was not going to join them backstage. As the purple "someone" got up, Larry just mostly stopped himself from flinching; he had flinched but not as noticeably as he would have. His flinch was almost microscopic, no penguin should have noticed it, but when Larry looked up he saw the purple glance at him.

"Ah, mighty cold today, right, Larry? You are not very talkative, are you?" The purple penguin did not even wait for a response. He turned back to Fred. "I have met them many times already." He sat back down. "They are a real nice bunch. I imagine you'll find them amiable." He took out his smartphone and swept the touchscreen with his flipper aimlessly.

Fred shrugged. "Alrighty, then." Larry was surprised to see disappointment in his friend's expression.

Is Fred really that stupid to become actual friends with this… this someone? When they were far enough from the purple penguin, Larry whispered fiercely, "Do you actually trust that guy? He didn't even tell you his damn name!"

Fred jumped back a bit at Larry's anger. "Woah! Dude, calm down! He is nice guy… I mean what did he even do that makes you think that he is… whatever you think he is?" Fred spoke steadily.

Larry was about to reply with another fierce whisper but stopped. What has he done? Larry could not quite put his flipper on it. But… he did something! I just… I can't place it… Larry continued to think, too stubborn to let this go. People started coming in and a hum of conversation filled the air. Suddenly Circle squeaked excitedly. "Would you just shut that damn thing up?"

Fred grew annoyed. "Dude, you gotta chill! Hell, I am glad that… umm—that mister came along! Cuz you are acting like a confused bitch!"

"Blah! Screw this concert and screw you! And screw that purple stupid ass!" Larry barged angrily through the crowd of penguins. At least I don't have to face that purple idiot!

Larry stomped his way back to his home. He opened the door and flung his jacket on the couch. He staggered up the stair, open the door to his room, and fell face first onto his bed. I hate this. Larry sat up and sighed. He just sat there for a while. The whole igloo was quiet and strangely peaceful. He lay down again and stared at the ceiling. I am gonna hafta apologize soon.

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