Revolver and his gang have set up a small camp around a fire after looting the debris from the plane, and are sifting through their loot. Of particular interest to Revolver himself is what seems to be some kind of childish two-way communication device. Realizing that his actions may have been overheard by another party this whole time, Revolver picks up the device and begins spewing threats into it, hoping to get the identity of whoever may lie on the other end of the line.
"Listen here, if you bring me the other piece of this here 'communicationings device', I won't have to come and take it from you with a wheelhorse full of TNT!" Red-Ant Revolver says with a nasty tone. On the other end, a wizened old lady by the name of Grandma Jones is appalled at this youngster's rude behavior.
"Excuse me young man, are you trying to rob me?" Grandma inquires.
"No, I'm trying to make an offer supplemented by a death threat!"
"Well, how about I do that to you instead? Why don't YOU bring ME the other end of the device so I don't expose your wrongdoings to the entire Xenoverse Community?!"
"You have no dirt on me! My boys and I can do whatever we please, and nobody could ever catch us!"
"Oh yeah? Well, what about this?" Seconds later, an audio clip plays through the line, seemingly spliced together from various pieces of Revolver's voice to make it sound as though he is confessing to many a heinous deed.
"That's it, that's the last drinking tubule! The boys and I will be heading over in 4 minutes and 27 seconds, and you'd better be ready for us!"
"Oh, I'll be ready, all right!" Grandma Jones hangs up the call as she prepares her collection of vintage shotguns, eventually settling on using her classic DuelBlaster, which uses special playing cards as ammunition.
Revolver whistles the other Red-Ants over and hands out handheld handouts to assist in the upcoming raid, before heading off in the direction of Grandma Jones's humble abode. Upon arriving at the surprisingly-nearby location, Revolver forms a pyramid with the rest of the gang members and climbs atop, yelling into a megaphone.
"This is your final chance to hand over the device without incident, lest we informally declare war against you and you alone!"
"Oh yeah? Try this on for size! I play Ty'laswon Minnitt in attack mode!"
Grandma Jones fires a card out of her DuelBlaster, and as it lands on the ground, a humanoid entity is summoned from within.
"Nickelback." utters Ty'laswon. Revolver narrows his eyes, climbing down from the pyramid to face Ty'laswon head on.
"Nitpicking."
"You playin' some sort of word game?" Revolver sneers, as Ty'laswon narrows his own eyes.
"Namibia." As Ty'laswon keeps saying these strange phrases one at a time, Revolver takes the risk of allowing him to keep going, as if he may say something of importance.
"Nachos." with each word spoken, the hidden "n-word meter" behind Ty'laswon's back fills up slightly more. Though he has yet to catch on to the exact circumstance, Revolver feels threatened enough to keep a hand on his Revolving Revolver.
"Narcolepsy." as Ty'laswon continues to speak, one of the Red-Ants has a hunch about the situation, and responds with their own input.
"No." speaks the member, causing Ty'laswon's meter to deplete by one unit, which is transferred to the outspoken gang member instead.
"Noggin." the gang member adds, causing the same thing to happen again.
"Nincompoop." Ty'laswon quickly chimes in, in order to reobtain the lost unit.
"Pneumonia!" the gang member calls out pridefully, causing all in the vicinity to glare at him.
"No, you dolt! That starts with a silent 'P'! You ruined the whole cycle!" Revolver calls out.
"Uhhh, maybe he doesn't realize that?" The gang member says, trying to cover up their mistake. Revolver seems to buy the excuse, figuring that though this particular Red-Ant may not be best suited for this job, he does seem to have a better understanding of the English language than Revolver himself. After all, Revolver only knew about the silent P because he had a case of pneumonia as a child. Nevertheless, it seems that since everybody in the situation is unsure about this case, the n-word meter remains stagnant, neither increasing nor decreasing.
"Uhhhh….NUGGET!" The Red-Ant exclaims, getting back on track.
"Nougat." Ty'laswon responds almost immediately.
"Nagger. And I'll give you one more, too. Naggers!"
Ty'laswon is left in shock at the alarming strategy of using a plural in addition to the singular form of a word in order to gain extra n-word units.
"Nag! Nitwit!" The Red-Ant seems to be on a roll here.
"Numbskull." Ty'laswon struggles to keep up, but keeps his head in the game.
"Numbskulls." The Red-Ant retorts in a taunting manner.
"N…Numbskull." In repeating a word, Ty'laswon loses all of his n-word units instantly, and is forced to watch as the Red-Ant points to their nametag and delivers the final blow.
"Nelly!" Nelly shouts, and with this, Ty'laswon is destroyed and returned to DuelBlaster. Grandma Jones shakes her head.
"That was merely a warmup. I now play the Great Doodoo Man in attack mode!" She says, before sending out another card, this time summoning the Great Doodoo Man, who takes the form of a large floating version of his own card. Revolver seems unable to comprehend these advanced card play tactics, so he hangs back for the moment, as Great Doodoo Man begins to gather various orbs of elemental energy. Nelly shoots at Great Doodoo Man, piercing straight through one of the energy requirement icons for one of Great Doodoo Man's abilities, allowing for him to potentially power up faster. The metal nature of the bullet also allows for Great Doodoo Man to use it to fulfill part of the energy requirement for his other ability, though it also means he takes extra damage from it. Nelly next aims for Great Doodoo Man's typing icon, causing Great Doodoo Man to become a typeless card. Great Doodoo Man unleashes his most powerful move: Cholly Style, which is described as dealing 1000 extra damage in addition to its base 200 damage under the condition of the opposing Pokemon being alive. However, since Nelly is not a Pokemon, he does not take this additional damage, only receiving the base 200. After realizing he survived the hit, Nelly apologizes sincerely for forgetting that he was not supposed to die upon receiving that damage. Great Doodoo Man, having unleashed his ultimate ability, vanishes from the playing field, leaving Grandma Jones with only one card left from her three card deck.
"I play Gravy in gravy mode!" Grandma declares, causing one more entity to be summoned on the field. Nelly steps forwards to take action, getting a bit too confident in his presence in the encounter, only to be pistol-whipped by Revolver who steps up to the plate, wanting to be the one to finish this fight. Revolver revolves his Revolving Revolver and takes a revolving shot at Gravy, who responds by drowning the incoming projectile in gravy and eating it out of the air. Revolver uses his shadow clone technique to summon a high quality artistic representation of himself at his side, before performing a pincer maneuver where himself and his clone both attack Gravy from opposite ends, resulting in a one-hit knockout, since Gravy is unable to eat two bullets at once from opposite angles. Having run out of cards to use, Grandma Jones blacks out on the spot, and Revolver dismisses his clone to step past Grandma and obtain the unguarded communication device within her home, intending to sell it for great profits. Though the device is in pristine condition, it is coated in grandma residue, which Revolver will have to clean off before he can properly put the item up on the market.
"Well, boys, looks like we'll be going out to dinner this week." Revolver declares, dusting off the device and putting it and the other device up for sale at the same time, before heading into town to go to the Beaten Meat, having heard good things about it. Upon arrival, the gang takes up nearly every seat in the house, and Meatsmith emerges to greet the large and sudden influx of customers.
"I must say, partner, you run a fine joint and I'd love ta give back to you somehow, I'll take the most expensive item on the menu, please." Revolver says as Meatsmith approaches to take his order. Meatsmith looks over a list of items, and then back at Revolver.
"So you'll be taking the kraken meat with extra sasquatch sauce?"
"Precisely, and while you're at it, make it extra extra sasquatch sauce." Revolver says, as Meatsmith nods and writes this down. Meatsmith heads over to the next gang member, one by the name of Red-Ant Rhodie.
"Do you have any crayons?" Rhodie asks.
"To eat?"
"I, uh, no, I just, my kids are here too, they're all in the bathroom right now, yeah."
"Okay, sure." Meatsmith says, reaching beneath the register to procure a standard four-color pack of crayons. As Meatsmith moves along past Rhodie, Rhodie looks both ways before beginning to slice the crayons into bite-sized pieces, only to be startled as Meatsmith returns and catches him off guard.
"So what will you be having to eat, then?"
"Do you have any…" Rhodie stares at the menu, sweating bullets for several minutes before unpausing. "...water?"
"We in fact do. Will that be all?"
"Yes, sir." Rhodie responds, letting out an audible breath of relief as Meatsmith walks away and quickly delivers a glass of water back to Rhodie before moving along with his routine. After once again making sure he isn't being watched, Rhodie nonchalantly eats one full crayon, downing half the glass of water to hide the evidence of the act. As Meatsmith heads into the back to start preparing the meals, Revolver has the realization that he never actually checked just how much he made from the sales of the two devices, and this thought sits with him as Meatsmith hammers away in the back room, preparing all of the orders one at a time. From outside, foul play somberly peers in, upset to see his favorite loitering spot fully occupied by legitimate customers.
By the time Meatsmith has finished all of the orders, several hours have passed, and many of the patrons have fallen asleep. Despite this, Meatsmith delivers all of the orders, and Revolver takes a hearty bite out of the extra saucy kraken meat, contemplating it as he forms his opinion, as Meatsmith eagerly waits for the response.
"This is a masterpiece of culinary work, expect to have me and the boys back here again soon." Revolver declares, and Meatsmith gives a large smile. Before Meatsmith can say anything, though, something clicks in Revolver's mind, and he looks at Meatsmith with suspicion.
"Though, it occurs to me now that you don't actually take any revenue from your customers here. How do you get your income, then? Is there some kind of deal going on?"
"I work as a blacksmith elsewhere, and that gives me more than enough money to keep this business going." Meatsmith responds. Revolver seems to accept this answer, and orders all of his gang to file out of the building with him, while Meatsmith wipes sweat off of his brow, relieved that no further accusations were made on the matter.