A/N: Know your voice actor. Kazuki Yao. Look him up, it's important. *winku*
Chapter 3: "Heads Will Roll"
"Aren't you going to be cold like that, you guys? This place is air-conditioned."
The changing room was relatively empty. Most of the candidates that were up before the break belonged to one large group, and with them performing on stage now, there were just four of them left there - Kiwi, Mozu, Franky himself and another dude in who had just voiced the question. Along with plenty of room to get ready. For fixing hairdos, trying on speedos, practicing the hottest moves for the talent show… You know, the usual.
"Aren't you going to trip with a pair of flamingos attached to your shoes?" Kiwi stopped tying her beach cloth around her waist to give the guy in the fur-lined pink cape a look.
"And then you'll roll off stage," Mozu added, "on that ball you're wearing as pants, waina."
"Haha, exactly, waina!"
Wasn't their fault that the three of them were the only ones awesome enough to wear swimsuits to dance in. They hadn't chosen the super, the super had chosen them. Besides, what else was there to wear with a cool pair of shades than a smooth hawaiian shirt and no pants to show off those cheeks? OW!
"They're swans! Pretty-pretty swans!" the dude protested, jumped up, and proceeded to point one of his super fancy shoes towards them. Was he crying? Super lame! "You guys are so mean! Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful!" Raising his arms above his head, he started spinning around with angry gusto.
"Hehe," Mozu pointed an index finger at the ballerina dude, and then the other on she darted towards Franky. "You sounded like Franky bro just now, waina!"
"Just like him, waina!" exclaimed Kiwi, also pointing fingers.
"Stop joking around!" the pink guy stopped spinning. "You're kidding me, right?!" he pointed a swan-shoe at the three of them, one at a time. "Un, deux, trois! You, and you, compare me to him?!"
"No, man, no way!" Franky decided that the best idea was to point all of his fingers at everyone. "I never cry, dammit! And that pose is so not super! Bet he can't do this!"
It was time to reveal his secret weapon. From his shirt pocket, Franky fabulously pulled out his faithful sidekick - his handy comb! OW! He tapped his right foot on the ground. One, two, three…! To get into the groove, yanno. Comb-flip, comp-flip, from the right to the left, now do it again, OW! And when the beat took hold of his legs, the time was ripe to engage the thrusters! Hip-twisting, booty-shaking, outta this world!
"Wooooo, Franky bro!" Mozu and Kiwi were pros and nothing but - they took on their position at his sides like it was nothing, doing the booty boogie, one thousand percent!
But what was that? The swan dude was mimicking him. OW, how could his hips tilt so bombastically, and how could he wave his hand to the right and the left like it was nobody's business?! It was perfect, and he wore makeup, no shades and ball-pants! Impossible!
Franky realized he needed to up his game. No way anyone could beat his beat - ahaha, get it -, and then put him into a funk right before his show!
"Check it!"
Shaking his buns from side to side, he was waving his arms in the air like the coolest bro in the brotherhood. Which was super true!
"OW, gettin' down!" he warned against the unstoppable tide of superfly. Combing from the left, combing from the right, he put that butt out there while bending down, super-combing through his mohawk up into edgy electric level, yo!
He thrust that hip in there, rolled his top gear torso up straight, and BAM, time for the signature move! Mozu and Kiwi knew what was up. They stepped in sync, rolling those arms like this dance was their last, preparing for launch!
Franky took a smashing stomp forward, stretching his arms together to make 'em see stars - tattooed onto his arms! OW! His hair was so fresh he could barely contain it!
"SUUUPER!" He was killin' it!
"SUUUPER!" echoed the pink dude on top of his lungs, how it's supposed to be done! Naw man, no, that couldn't be! Even his stance was the same!
Had SUPER Franky finally met his match? Had the unbeaten general of the dance floor been defeated?!
Sticking his comb down his swimpants like a rifle, Franky balled his fists and strutted over to the pink dude. Halfway there, it occurred to him that his comb might not be in the most super place, but he stayed cool as a frosty cucumber while he slipped it up into his shirt pocket. Phew, super smooth. Had he had any guns on his invisible waistband, he would have fingered - not that way - their grip, but snapping his speedos to place on his butt was just as awesome. OW! That actually hurt, owowow...
They started each other down for a long moment, cool macho sparks flying between them. Franky was the one to make the first move…
"Listen here, bro..." He slowly raised his shades. "That was SUPER radical!"
"WHAAAT?!" the guy hollered back, wide-eyed and flailing. Super enthusiasm! Franky approved.
"Cool moves, bro! Respect!" he moved in for a fierce handshake, and they both started laughing loudly. And suddenly, the overwhelming waves of pure bromance were overflowing in his chest, and… "Aw hell, gimme a hug!" Franky called out, pulling the swan-dude in a fierce embrace. "Why do we have to be rivals?!" he was definitely not crying, dammit! "The world is so cruel!"
"So touching waina…!" Mozu and Kiwi were in tears behind them.
"But…!" the dude sniffled. "But we're not rivals! I'm not competing, I'm in the special act!"
"Really? OW, thank God!"
Due to the tension lifting, Franky was sweating out of his eyes so hard he couldn't even see. The pink bro was just as sweaty in the face, his make-up all over the place.
"Thank God!" the guy echoed Franky's words. "That fight would have broken my heart!"
"This is friendship waina!" Kiwi sobbed uncontrollably.
"So beautiful wainaaa…!" Mozu agreed, leaning onto Kiwi's shoulder and wiping her eyes under her goggles. When she was done, Kiwi reached over for the handkerchief to rub her own eyes dry.
"What's your name, dude?" Franky clapped the guy on the upper arm - wouldn't wanna flatten the fab fur on his cape. "I'm Frrrrranky!" he busted out his signature star to honor this moment.
"They call me," came the reply, along with a flashy pirouette, in just the right angle to match Franky's stance. "Bon Clay! Un, deux, trois!"
"OW! Bon bro! We should do this again!"
Just as they both struck their cool poses, in came one of the organizers through the door - a skinny-looking dude with a number three on his head. Wait, was that his hairdo? Three for 'three stars' or three for 'third grade'?
"Hey Bentham, your girls are here!" he called, then stopped to stare at them in the door. He must have been awestruck, and probably needed a second to take in all the SUPER. "And your friends are up in about thirty," he added, pointing at them, then towards the corridor. OW, what fierce willpower, to put on a straight face after witnessing so much awesome in one room! Franky really couldn't blame him for fleeing as fast as he did. The force of sheer coolness was unstoppable.
Phew. Being part of the most epic scene in bromance history sure took a lot out of a bro. Even the coolest bro there was. And there was just one thing to do in this situation. To the vending machine! Who knew, maybe the very one there in the city library actually had his favourite flavour. If its auditorium was this super, why not the cola supply?
OW crap! He had his small change in his other speedos! He had super forgotten!
Franky made use of his incredible insight of the premises to figure out the shortest way back. He needed his cola fill. Kiwi and Mozu couldn't see him less than badass during practice. Sure, they were the hottest stuff in da house even without going over their moves again, but they had a tough crowd. If Franky's touching and deep ballad on his ukulele had not been able to get through to the audience, they hearts must have been made of cold-cold stone, so they would have to give it all of their fresh summer spirits to capture them, and never-ever let them go.
Crossing the west-wing reading room would have been the quickest, if only it wasn't locked all the- OW wait, the door actually yielded!
Just as Franky was about to swing it open with his strong right, a sound was picked up by his super hearing. A low humming seeped out from within the reading room. It was so low, so haunting that he felt the hairs on his legs stand on electric edge, but also so earnest, so sweet that it could have melted even the most steeled heart… Was it an angel?
"Off… Off… Off with your head..."
Or... Was it a ghost…?
There was nothing to do about it. Franky just had to enter super smoothly, no prob. Disturbing a spectre superstar during rehearsal would have not have been just rude, but super rude, yo!
Slowly, very slowly pushing the door open, Franky felt almost more startled to see an actual person inside than a see-through figure. She almost looked the part, though, with her black hair and a dress that could have been black as well, but it's dark purple hue couldn't escape Franky's super sight. She was in the process of piling books onto her arm from a roll-cart, probably to take them back to the shelves. And even though it was Franky who had snuck into the room, it was him who got spooked to the max by her when she turned around…
Oh, it was her! Nico Robin. She had introduced herself a hundred times before as the host of the library's quarterly talent show. She had applauded him during his ukulele performance of 'Last Christmas', and Franky wasn't one to forget a fan! Why was she organizing books, though?
Utterly undisturbed by his presence, Nico Robin gave Franky a smile, as if she had known he had come in long ago; as if she had anticipated him even considering crossing the room. An enigmatic smile that made him lose his cool composure - almost. OW, but she had stopped humming…
"I was wondering… Aren't you cold like that?" she posed him a question while stepping past him to one of the shelves. Her walk had a certain super slippery stealth-ninja style to it - but she could pull that off in high heels. "The floor is marble, and you're barefoot. It would be absolutely awful if you happened to catch a fatal disease and die on stage..."
Holy star-spangled whackamole! She was SUPER scary! OW!
"S-sweet of you to worry, but there ain't a thing that could bring me down! I'm in SUPER shape!" he countered the chilly goosebumps with his coup de amazing adrenaline! SUPERstar stance!
"I can see that." And judging by how Nico Robin started chuckling at his awesome pose, it was SUPER effective!
"Why are you putting those away?" Franky asked, turning after Robin as she made her way back to the cart. "Aren't you s'posed to be the show host or something?"
"Why yes," she replied. The delicacy with which she lifted up the tomes one by one made it seem like each one was a treasure. Super touching! "However, I also work here as a researcher. I represent the library while hosting its events, so to say." So she had a voice silky soft, edgy humour, sported the smarts, and was a babe, too! OW, killer assets!
"And why don't you compete, Nico Robin?"
OW, what was he saying?! She stopped smiling! Him and his super blabbermouth!
"Being on stage..." Nico Robin started slowly, staring down at the books bundled in her arms. "It's embarrassing," she declared, looking Franky sternly in the eye. OW, he had done it now, she was mad…! Maybe she was a wight, after all?! "I would never do it."
"I… I see…" Franky felt like he had been smashed in the head by a giant iron fist. Even his 'do flopped! "I'm super sorry-"
"And..." suddenly, she continued. "I am an archaeologist. Not a singer. Not a particularly… spirited one, I have been told."
"Sis, are you serious? I couldn't decide if you were an angel or a ghost when I heard you sing just now!"
"Well, your description is accurate, I guess. Mostly, my voice merely inspires something dark, something shocking… That is not what the crowd comes here for, is it? The auditorium is better off without hearing me sing," she explained, with a smile so warm, so determined that Franky felt his heart breaking into super small smithereens…
"But.. You still can't give it up, right?" Franky decided to take on all the wrath an angelic wight could muster. Nobody would be so ice cold to themselves while the keeper of the fresh fire of hope was around! "'cause it's super persistent. It just breaks out of you whatever you do! And the more you fight it, the harder it punches you in the gut, yeah? But it shouldn't be this way, I mean… If you take the chance, you could make this into a blessing instead of a curse!"
He took his sunglasses off. His super positive energies needed to reach her at all costs, and not even his coolest pair of shades could stand in the way! Maybe he could never touch the hearts of a crowd of people, but he had to get through to her! Dreams were at stake here, yo!
"I say, better flaunt than let it haunt! Nobody deserves to feel this way. Don't ever think that!"
There was a long moment of silence, where everything stayed super still. Outside, the noise started to gather, footsteps and the chatter of people echoed through the halls, but Franky's supersonic sense could only feel the red hot vibes of 'bring it on' and 'this better be good'.
OW no! He had super forgotten about his cola! And practice!
"Oh my," Nico Robin's voice grabbed his attention. "It sounds like the break is over."
Her mysterious little smile was back by the time he laid eyes on her again. Was it warm? Sad? Or mocking? This dame was harder to untangle than a whole cabinet full of totally tangled wires!
"We ought to head back," she said, and leaned to the cart to place the pile of books she was holding back onto it.
"Y-yeah, uh, we're next an all that jazz..."
"You should take that exit to the changing rooms. It's much faster," she advised.
Nico Robin pointed towards the door at the back of the room, while she herself began walking towards the one Franky had come in through a couple of minutes ago. Franky had been planning to take that shortcut in the first place, but at least he now knew it was surely not locked. However, his feet wouldn't move just yet, super squirmy as they were. Cuz the still had unfinished business! OW!
"Yo! Nico Robin!" Called out after her, just as he had passed him by, making her turn back to face him.
"Yes?"
"Keep practising!" Franky stretched out his hand to give her the most top secret super attack his Weapons Left could muster - the Thumbs-up of Titanium Will! "I wanna hear you sing again, no matter what!"
"Well… All you have to do is sneak up on me again in a quiet library hall, isn't it?"
Nico Robin raised a soft hand to her lips as she chuckled. Franky honestly didn't have the right gearing in his head to figure out why anyone would feel all doom and gloom from hearing her voice; rather than 'something dark', all her voice instilled in him was the warmth and strength of the super shiny summer sun! Wasn't that the kind of awesome all the people in the audience were there for? The super everyone needed in their lives?
Forget practice. Hell, forget cola, even! Franky didn't need none of those to win this thing. Instead of an angel or a ghost in the library, he had found a muse! SUPER squared!
"Franky-san," she spoke up again.
There was something in the way she stepped closer to him; still gracefully mysterious, but kinda different from a ninja's cucumber-cool stealth. The way she swayed, it carried more… Mischief. Yeah, that's the word! That's the…! Hey, wait, wasn't she coming kind of… close? OW, good thing Franky put his shades back on! He would get a… uh, a sunburn. Yeah.
"Wait a second, Franky-san. You might not want to go yet," Nico Robin murmurred, and…
What?! She was staring down at his Love Gun! He wouldn't imagine something like that, no way! What was going on?! He took a step back, and OW, the tiles felt super cold under his feet now! But she just followed after, and raised her hand up towards the middle and she…! She…!
There was a small, but sharp snap. OW!
"There," she announced, with a pleased smile.
Franky's speedos were now neatly tucked over his most private storage of grenades. She had seen…! And… she had… t-touched…!
"Much better. I doubt you were planning for your act to be this… revealing." she turned around again, as if nothing had happened. "So then, see you on stage~"
Soon, the door fell closed behind Nico Robin. Its echo was only disturbed by Franky's incoherent…
"Hubba hubba humina humina..."
…uh, SUPER thought-processing! He did a lot of super difficult hyper tactical strategical uh… thinking! He wasn't some kind of empty-headed set of six-packs!
By the time Franky got backstage, Kiwi and Mozu were already in front of the audience with the starting moves of their killer hit number. Franky saw the chance, and he took it. He started to dash again, and slid into the middle like the flyest guy in for the pie! The act couldn't have gone more perfectly from that point on. Mozu and Kiwi's supersonic robot dance was da bomb, the Egyptian swing trumped the Giza Pyramid as a world wonder, and Franky rediscovered his love for shakin' that booty again, for the hundredth time! Oh yeah, kids nowadays call that twerking. Yeah, werk that twerk!
All in all, it had been meant to be super sexy, but they had cranked the heat up so much that the whole thing was beach joggin', monokini poppin', sunscreen smearing SUPER sizzling HOT! If Franky may have said so himself.
It was not such a big surprise, though. His muse was a pervert! Best kind! OW!
So what if some deep-frozen soggy shrimps had decided to come to the talent show? As long his new friend Bon bro cheered for them instead of two, or two hundred! As long as Nico Robin still applauded them from backstage! As long as kids were doing the SUPER pose with him in the front rows! Those kiddos were the future yo!
Bon bro had made him promise to be back on time for the intermission show. And he would, he so super would! But who would have foreseen with an even keener sixth sense than the coolest cyborg to ever cyborg that the vending machine had so many types of cola in it?! Yo, no way he would take the one mixed with veggie juice, but the earl grey flavoured one looked smoother than a rubber tuxedo! But should he abandon his favourite classic for a new adventure? It almost felt like cheating… OW, what would our hero do?!
When Franky stomped back into the auditorium behind the last row of seats, a fizzy fresh bottle in each hand, the performers were already on stage. Whoa, there was a whole crackin' crowd of them! Background dancers wearing suit jackets, pantyhose and funky furry hats, the leads sparkling in flashy sequin dresses and huge wigs, and Bon bro in the middle, singing about the beauties of being a man and a woman at the same time. Even Franky's powerful perv-detector couldn't compute half of that. Their moves were da bomb tho! OW, shakin' the booty like that asked for some serious hip-work! Franky was shocked, electro-tortured, that nobody but him gave into the urge to shake that thing like the hottest Saturday night fever was igniting the floor! He meant, they even blew kisses!
Oh, SUPER finally! Somebody stood up from the audience to cheer them on! Maybe the crowd wasn't as hopeless, after all?
Wait, no, that didn't look like headbanging, not one bit… The guy was screaming and tearing his hair! Maybe he just couldn't handle all the fab? Franky could get behind that, he felt the same way each day when looking into the mirror, OW! But no, that couldn't be it! The dude went on a ferocious kicking frenzy to get out of his mid-row seat, but he didn't stop there! When he was finally out, he started dashing towards the main entrance so hard Franky thought he might take flight any second, yelling at the top of his lungs all the while.
"It was a dream, a fucking dream! It wasn't me, not me, leave me alooone!"
He was so erratic that the dancers stopped to stare at him mid-pirouette. The dude's zest almost ripped Franky's shirt right off as he swooshed past him! OW, pervert!
Good thing Zoro bro was watching the door that evening. He kept complaining how there wasn't much boomtastic action for him at the talent shows compared to his shifts at the Zombie Night. Well, he was in luck, 'cause a hearty portion of lopsided lunatic was speeding his very direction! That should make him happy enough, Franky thought.
Though, as far as Franky could see, Zoro looked not just plain unhappy, but SUPER pissed to see the guy! Well, admittedly, with his stone-cold samurai antagonist face, Zoro bro never really looked too glad to see anyone, Franky supposed, but ticking blond timebomb dashing towards him seemed to make him especially go Shadow-Warrior-of-Doom style. It was about to go down!
"Fuck no, not this shithead again!" screamers gonna scream, as the saying went, and the whole audience heard the hysterical dude do it.
"Says who, you bastard!" But not even Franky's cryptic cyborg battle senses would have predicted that cool and collected Zoro bro would start yelling back! "Hold the hell up! Hey!" Even his face flared up red! It was the terrible horrible no good tomato juice 'n' cola label all over again!
Oh wow, that was it! Franky cracked the code! The guy could have only been Zoro's secret arch nemesis - so super secret that not even Zoro bro himself knew!
The special show had to have a down time. It was showdown time! (Man, Franky was on fire.)
Mr. Crazy McHurricane Legs lunged ahead to run past Zoro bro and out the door, but Green Neon-lantern of all security guards wouldn't let him off that easily! He caught one of the dude's arms in his Iron Grip Of The Sacred Lotus, but was countered with a leaping Turbo Tornado Kick lashing back his way, exploding against his chest! But the fighter of the Emerald Sword did not falter. He grabbed the Wonky Whirlwind Warrior's other arm with brutal barbaric force and yanked the guy back to face him. Little did he know that that was exactly what Lord Lightningfeet wanted! With elastic elegance, he kicked his heel up high behind his back, and with a deathly swing of doom, he shot his knee forward to strike Samurai General Green right in the… The uh… The Jingle Bells- No. Eggs 'N' Sausag- Family Jewellery Box- Uh, Sacred Joystick of No Retur- Ugh, in the balls! The dude kicked him in the balls, okay?!
"Hey, stop kidding around! This is our show, here!" Bon bro clearly didn't share their fiery fighting spirit. No, he had the unstoppable boogie in his legs, and he wouldn't let anyone stand in its way! Or something like that. "Eyes up here, darlings, and crank the volume up! It's finale time! Un, deux, trois!"
The horde of dancing diva feet started moving as one to the beat while the bawdy burlesque music booming from the speakers drowned out all other sound. Give it to 'em, ladies, O-OW O-OW! They definitely got five stars from Franky! Or, well, basically just the two tattooed onto his arms, but he raised it SUPER high and flashy for their sakes!
The only sorta-drawback of the deal was that Franky couldn't hear a peep anymore from the fight of Zoro the Righteous and Blondie the Berserker. Aside from some slamming against the big double door. And a chair almost brea- No, never mind. That thing was more broken than Cinderella's dancing shoes in the Robopocalypse. And still the two kept on fighting, grappling and kicking and punching. Franky hardly believed his eyes, but it looked like The Green Demon Of The East had finally met his match! What will Zoro the Zapblade do? Will he defy the law and order of the sacred halls of the city library and auditorium and bust out his deadly Three Swords Style?!
Maaaybe, just maybe, the secret cyborg spectator ought to intervene before they broke the whole place to pieces. Didn't really need Cpt. Tashigi and the whole police station to come down. That would just blow things up even more; her and Zoro bro meeting... OW, shiver!
Yep, time to stand those rowdy superboys into two opposite corners. (Some good points with Nico Robin? Hell yeah!)
And so, after stuffing his precious bottles of cola into his front shirt pockets, Franky sneaktastically approached the two roughhousers. Praise the lord of cyberspace for his SUPER reflexes, he dodged a threatening shoe flying in his general direction just in time! Talk about chem bomb!
Ironically enough, just as he was about to make his heroic entrance and make peace between the two, they seemed to have reached some kind of standstill. Well, they still kept on yelling each other's heads off, but they were at least standing still. (Okay, now they would really have to call the police, and also Chopper bro, cause Franky's puns were illegally sick that day! OW!)
"Let's take this outside," Zoro bro sneered into his newfound opponent's face, "you curly bastard."
"Huh. Fine. Why don't I give you a lift?"
The louder guy spat at that, right before he lunged in for another kick. OW! Better for Franky to stop walking; brollateral damage didn't sound too good! However, Zoro bro evaded the attack furiously fast yo. And as soon as the crazy dude had his back to him, he slammed his elbow deep between the guy's shoulder blades with brute strength! The troublemaker bounced back from the wall just as Zoro spoke again.
"Gym hall. Tomorrow. I'm gonna cut you to pieces."
"Oh?" the blond dude scoffed. "So you wouldn't let me the fuck out of here, but you don't have the guts to fight me here and now?" The guy turned away slightly from Zoro, arms crossed. He displayed a grimace so mocking that the devil's cheeky cheekbones would have blushed with shame! "Are you afraid I'd kick the living green slimy shit out of you in front of everyone, or are you just a shitty post brain surgery gorilla?"
"Oh yeah?!" Zoro bro's face looked as if he had come second at a chili eating contest. Franky almost thought about running for cover for a sec there! Only for a sec. "Heh," Zoro then snorted, slowly regaining his trademark composure. But that grin of his would have even made the biggest giant robot go weak at the knees!
"'Heh' what, you pile of curdled snot?" the other dude demanded, raising an eyebrow. Hey, it was swirly! Super weird!
"I knew you'd chicken out."
"Whaaat?!" The blond guy's mouth went so gaping wide it could have swallowed the whole auditorium. OW, Franky knew he shouldn't have stood so close. OW, his super sensitive ears had backdraws!
"I was right, then, huh?" Zoro smirked. "You don't dare to face me one on one, Pervert-brow!"
"That's fucking it, you rotten son of a shitty lettuce!" the dude kept on yelling. Either he was spitting inaudible nonsense or he was just jabberin' so quickly that Franky couldn't follow. And that was impossible. Franky's hearing was so SUPER he could have heard an ant whisper on the moon! "I'll be there!" the blond continued. "I'll be there and kick your ass so hard it will fall out of your fucking mouth!"
And just like that, the showdown was over! Well, technically, temporarily. The Blond Riot whirled around, tore one wing of the large entrance door open and stomped out, with the gusto of the most dissatisfied elephant customer out of a porcelain shop.
"At eight!" And would you look at that, he still had something snappy to say in the door! "You hear me?! It'll be the time of your shitty and meaningless death!"
"Yeah? Just try, you curly bastard!"
Zoro bro slammed the door shut again after the guy just as a hip and hearty rendition of a can-can started playing for the dancers on stage. OW, that kind of dance just got Franky's eyeballs all twisted up. But that wasn't the cause for his frown. He tilted his head, tilted it lower and even lower still, until only the laws of cybernetic engineering applied to his sick angle, and he still didn't get it! Had he missed a memo, or was dueling cool again? Why didn't anyone ever tell ol' Franky bro these things?!
"Ah," he heard Zoro bro say, frowning at him, "Franky? What's up?"
Dammit, Franky had squandered his chance for a heroic star-pose. He ended up just standing there watching! SUPER lame! He hoped nobody he knew saw! Well, aside from Zoro bro. Or Nico Robin. Had she seen? Was she looking? She was looking wasn't she? Should Franky check if she was looking…?
"You listening? Oi!"
"Uhh, h-hey-hey, Zoro bro!" Franky immediately switched over into his Cool-Story-Bro attitude, flicking his shades above his nose. Flawless, OW! "You okay there? That guy just now looked SUPER intense!"
"Tch, he was nothing," Zoro crossed his arms. If the taste of revenge was sweet, how did an even match taste? Apparently not too good, yo, from how Zoro spat. Franky wouldn't know, of course.
"So…" How does it feel to finally meet your action comic arch enemy? "You know the guy or-?"
"How long have you been standing there?" Zoro bro interrupted. Uh-oh, the samurai villain face…! How could Franky have been so careless?! No superhero nor villain liked to be robbed of their secret identity!
"Uh..."
"OKAMA WAY!"
Loud cheering commenced from behind them. Ah, Bon bro, his newest, but ever so faithful friend came to Franky's rescue! That was SUPER touching! Franky would have to write a song about it…!
Wow, the crowd was going crazy for them, yo! Even Zoro bro could only stare at them in surprise. Had Bon bro pulled a sneaky one and planted insiders among the audience? Or had his SUPER converted them so fast? Man, Franky really needed to get his game on. Next time, Franky would have his full-on Battle Franky suit ready! Just you wait, cold-hearted audience! The power of nipple lights would melt you soon enough!
"Oi," Zoro spoke up from next to him, so suddenly that Franky almost jumped into hyper-speed heel-rocket drive! "What are you crying for?"
OW, how could he mask his heart-wrenching, soul shattering delight with an attitude so icy cold that it was on the verge of SUPER startling? How did he even pull that off? Franky kept telling him how it's bad to keep one's feelings in like that, but Zoro bro never listened! And besides...!
"I'm not crying, dammit!" Franky did not sniffle and reach for his soggy handkerchief. "Anyway," he took his sunglasses off to wipe them off. Because they were dirty. Not damp and foggy from any non-existing salty tears. "You gonna go through with that?"
"With what?"
"The duel, man. The duel!" And there Franky was, ready to sneak after 'em with a large menu of popcorn and cola, and Zoro bro was being just one big yawn about it! Not cool! "It's gonna be a duel. Or something. Right?" Also super uncool to seem too excited, tho'.
"Huh," was the not the least bit pumped reaction.
Franky was sure that was all he was gonna get at that point. After this horrible lack of vivacious vigor, he would need a GI Joe slash Flashdance movie marathon to feel fierce funky fresh again, OW! But then, suddenly, it was as if some weird wacko DJ had started playing the Thriller music video in his head, but fast-forwarded it to the end! That bone-shivering sound effect was exactly how Zoro bro's face looked, with that creepy as balls grin on his face! Why did creepypasta constantly get dumped into Franky's funky alphabet soup that day? Why?!
"Yeah," Zoro finally seemed to answer the question, as ominous as a pair of freshly ironed suit pants. What? Those never meant anything good!
He could have been talking to a large pile of burgers, though, from how he licked his lips. The scene could have been really cool, if only it wasn't scaring the speedos off of… of a dude that looked like Franky, but could have never have hoped to be as SUPER as Franky, yo. Truth!
"Sure I'll go. But it won't be any pansy duel. It's gonna be a bloodbath."