The limo ride home... Ah yes. They were able to somewhat relax in its luxury. Zoo gift bags nestled in the empty seat across from them. From out of (seemingly) nowhere, Pavi pulled out an energy drink and pop rocks.

"Where the hell did you get that from?"

"No-a where." He broke down the word into two.

"..." A glare.

"I-a bought it-a when you-a weren't looking."

"I look away for one fucking moment and you do something crazy."

Pop. Fizz. Pavi bent the tab, opening the highly caffeinated drink. He had a pleased expression on his face.

"What did you-a think about-a it?"

"About what?"

"Today."

"Cool..." Luigi folded his arms, shooting his brother a glare. "It could have been better."

"No!" A startled gasp. There was a fizzing and crackling sound. Luigi's temple throbbed in aggravation.

"No what!?"

"My-a pop rocks!"

"..."

"Half of-a them, fell-a in!"

"Well, don't waste it. Drink it. God, Pavi. Don't be a fucking pansy."

"Aw..." The raven haired male titled his head back, gulping down the grape flavored drink. The eldest smirked, watching.

"Chug, chug, chug."

Choke. Choked. Choking.

A firm slap on the back. Another cough.

"It's-a fizzing in my-a throat!"

He finished it in a few more large gulps. Pavi smiled in all his victory, eating the rest of the candy.

"Ow-a!"

"What? Are you okay?" Luigi snickered lightly.

"Why-a am I-a eating something that-a causes me-a physical pain-a?" The pop rocks continued to crackle as he spoke.

"Beats me, but it's pretty damned funny."

He pouted, sticking up his bottom lip.

"You're not a puppy. Knock it off."

Silence reigned overall. The ride was fairly long. A whole two hours trapped in a car. Oh, the joy. Thirty minutes later the massive dosage of a caffeinated energy drink and sugar began to take its toll. At this time, Luigi paid no mind. His attention was focused on the window.

"Poke-a." The eldest received a firm poke.

"...What? Polka?" That was a stupid dance for old senile people. He shrugged and turned away.

"Poke-a." Another poke.

"PAVI, Fucking cut it out!"

"Sorry." He fidgeted. The younger male bounced from the sugar.

"NEVER. EVER... will you get any more energy drinks or sugar.

"Aw... But the Pavi can fuck-a faster that-a way."

When he was sure the other wasn't looking, Pavi extended his arm above his brother.

"..." That made Luigi feel awkward. What was Pavi trying to pull? "God damn it, Pavi. What are you doing!?" He scowled.

"Nohing." An all too innocent smile stretched onto his face.

"...Freak."

The younger Largo stuck up two fingers behind his brother's head.

"Bunny ears-a!"

"..." He harshly elbowed Pavi. A firm bruise would later on appear in that area.

"Ow-a!" Pavi cried out sharply in pain.

"That's what you get for fucking with me."

The driver averted his gaze to the rear-view mirror, raising both brows. Just what on Earth were they doing? It was scarring the poor man's mind.

"The fuck are you looking at!?"

Well, Sir. I'm just trying to figure out whether or not you're having an incestuous relationship with your brother. That would go over swell. "...Nothing, Sir."

"That's what I bleeping thought."

"Bleeping-a?"

"Shut up."

A few minutes later...

"Pavi, get your fucking hands off me."

A girlish giggle.

A slap.

"My brother gets drunk on sugar..."

A small shriek.

"JESUS EFFIN-" The driver shouted.

Thud. Screech.

"..."

"...Who the fuck says 'effin'?"

The driver cleared his throat, his eyes wide. "I just ran over a man! My god! What do I do? I have a wife! And kids!"

"What did he look like?''

"Pardon...?"

"Goddamn it! What did he look like?"

"He had a Repo suit..."

"And...?"

"I think he said 'chocolate'.''

"Keep driving.''

"Keep-a driving!" The brothers spoke in precise unison.

"..."

"Move! Scopa! Come-a on! Drive!"

"Yes, Sir." He wouldn't dare question why. For the sake of his job, he would continue to drive.

Time flew by. There was thirty minutes left. By now, Pavi was in a comatose-like state. His chin rested upon Luigi's shoulder. Black hair was a ruffled mess. His eyes fluttered.

"God damnit, Pavi. Your chin's fucking sharp..." He murmured lightly. Of course he didn't want to wake him up. Let him sleep. He's finally quiet.

Alas, the journey ended.

Note: ONE MORE CHAPTER. STEVE IS NOT DEAD. Yet. (Mwahahahaha). This is SUCH a crack fanfiction. But that's okay. I hope you enjoyed it.