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He ordered the lights to be switched off. Engulfed in complete darkness, Gon drew out his torch and flashed it under his chin, casting eerie shadows around his eyes, under his nose and under his mouth.

Gon boomed, trying to sound like thunder: "It was a DAAAARK and STOOOOORMY night…..

Killua: (bursts out into laughter) You FAIL, GON! Aren't you supposed to sound soft and creepy?

Gon: (pouting) I don't look scary?

Leorio: I've seen scarier, like…like…that clown….

"You mean me?" A familiar figure popped his head into the window, shattering the glass with his stiffly gelled hair. "Ringo-chann! We meet again! I want to hear your story tooo~" The jester climbed inside and made himself comfortable in the circle of friends.

Gon: *O*

Rain bucketed down on the gloomy streets of York Shin. Cloaked by the darkness of night, two figures emerged from the shadows of the alleys. Taking a couple of steps into the pouring rain, they paused to contemplate their next move. Bright fluorescent pink parasols were unsheathed from the depths of their sleeves. The pair solemnly lifted the parasols above their heads, a flimsy shelter against the icy wind. Backs hunched, they trudged towards the pedestrian crossing, each step a battle against the furious torrent of precipitation.

They finally arrived at the lights. The figure on the left, a huge Frankensteinial creature, jabbed the silver pedestrian button viciously with a finger the size of a sausage. He turned to his silent companion. "Feitan."

The man in question looked up. "Franklin."

They shivered violently, so hard that their heads crashed together. Instead of the customary crack of skulls smashing, a resonating boing escaped the impact.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

"…I think I am."

They flapped their parasols and squealed so loudly it defied the law of puberty.

The shorter of the two opened his mouth, "I'M PRACTICALLY PERFECT! IN EVERY WAY!"

Franklin bowed elegantly, offering his hand to the dainty Feitan, who accepted with a blush. Following his lead, Franklin, too, opened his mouth to free his vocal chords.

"PRACTICALLY PERFECT?"

"SO PEOPLE SAAAY!" His parasol foomfed open in time to the music. "UNCANNY NANNIES ARE HARD TO FIND! UNIQUE YET MEEK UNSPEAKABLY KIND!"
A passing grandma flashed them a toothy grin, not the least bit fazed by the fact that notorious criminals were belting out songs from Mary Poppins. Feitan drew out a spare parasol from his sleeve and handed it to the old lady.

"I'M PRACTICALLY PERFECT FROM HEAD TO TOE!" he bowed deeply.

"IF I HAD A FAULT IT WOULD NEVER DARE TO SHOWWWW!" the old lady went on her way happily, twirling her new parasol above her head.

"I'M SO PRAACTICAALLY PERFECT! IN EVERY WAAAAAAAY!" Mouths wide open, the two warbled in perfect harmony. In their moment of passion they opened their eyes to gaze heavenwards. Mouths wide open, they froze as the last note died on their lips, meeting the dark stare of their boss.

Surrounded by darkness, Kuroro glared at the duo with disbelief spluttering from his eyes. Immediately their arms dropped from their grand flourish, hunching over in the rain with their parasols as they walked silently towards their boss.

Kuroro clapped emotionlessly. "Encore. For the rest of the group. Shalnark will bring his video camera."

The shamed pair could do nothing but nod.

Hisoka began to tremble violently. He threw back his head and laughed until tears streamed from his eyes. Kurapica shot him a glare.

Kurapica: Who knew they were capable of such creativity…

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