Pain sat alone in a brightly lit room downtown, the police had already interrogated him, now he just awaited his state appointed lawyer.
"Is this the right room?" A heavyset man walked in, and slammes his ten lbs bag of chips on the table.
"You're my lawyer?" said Pain.
"I'm Choji." He smiled.
"Excuses me, but ew." Pain clenched the bridge of his nose.
"You don't have to have my help, if you don't want it, but trust me, you're gonna need it. The guy you're going up against in there-"
"No, ew, go away!" Pain picked up his bag of chips and threw it at the wall. "Gross fat man, get out of here."
Choji scowled, his breath grew heavy, as a light shot through his eyes. "I don't know what's worse...that you called me fat, or that you threw, MY FAVORITE SNAAAAACCKK!" Choji lifted the table over his head, and launched it at Pain.
Pain easily repelled the table. "Sick fat man, go away, eat a health bar."
"I'll DESTROY YOU!" Choji expanded his hand and tried to flatten Pain with it. Pain pulled Choji in and sidestepped, forcing him to collide with the wall.
The wall crumbled as Choji tried to dislodge his hand.
Pain ran out of the room. "Guards, the gross poser fat man is destroying your building, arrest him!"
The officer marched in and apprehended Choji. "I would question you." The guard wiped his eyes with his sleeve. "But you destroyed our questioning room." He let out sobs of agony.
A second officer stepped in. "You can share your trial with that guy." He pointed at Pain.
"What, no way!" shouted Pain. "Not fat poser man."
"You're kidding, right?" said Choji.
"You're also the only lawyer in the entire town, so I guess he can be your lawyer too." The officer grinned with glee.
Pain's ears perked up, and he formed a devilish plan. "I hope you're ready, gross conformist guy, for now you will know pain."
Choji grabbed his head. "Shikamaru's gonna kill me."
Meanwhile, across town at a local arcade.
"Damn this frog, he won't go two steps without getting squashed," said the Shurado path.
"That's because we're bad at arcade games," said the Chikushodo path.
The Gokido path turned around from a Soul Calibur machine. "You know who was good? Yahiko."
Chikushodo groaned. "Wannabe, name poser."
"Even so, if we don't suck more furries out of people soon, we may become irrelevant."
"We're at a freakin' arcade! How much less relevant can we get?"
"Hey guys, your old pal Frank's back," said the Jigokudo path, popping out from behind the Frogger machine.
Upon Jigokudo's entry to the room, everyone fled the scene.
"You ordered an anchovy pizza sir?" A pimple ridden man stood holding a pizza box.
"I hate anchovies."
"Well, your friends don't." He shoved the pizza box into Jigokudo's hands. "Now pay up, or be forced into menial slave labor."
"Do you know who I am?"
"The person who's gonna pay for this pizza."
"I am Frank, controller of the king of hell!"
"Yeah, well tell him to pay for your pizza."
"Good idea." Jigokudo summoned the king of hell. "Hey you, poser king, pay for this pizza.
"Place the pizza in my mouth," it said.
He gave it the pizza.
"It started chewing, breaking the pizza box as well. "Scrumptious."
"Okay, now pay for it."
"Go away poser." It spat out the box.
Jigokudo looked at the king of hell, then back at the pizza man. He bolted from the arcade, and spent the night in yet another gutter.