The sound of radio crackling can be heard echoing throughout the Beaten Meat, and the voice of a radio host speaks out from an unclear origin point.
"People of Costa Brava…people OF THE WORLD….konichiwa, ni hao, and…good evening. Welcome to ROKAKAKA YEEEEHAW RADIO!" True Beat rises into the air above Beatsmith, tuning in to the very Soul of the Street. Numerous rollerskaters, boombox-wielders, graffiti-sprayers, and other assorted people of similar nature begin to flock towards the Beaten Meat and True Beat, as crazy music starts to emanate from the Stand.
"Yes, do you feel that rhythm? Give me ALL of your NEGATIVE ENERGY!" True Beat begins absorbing negative energy from the skaters and others, powering itself up. The vibrations of its beats intensify as it absorbs more energy, and it points a finger towards irc.
"You there! You've made a grave mistake, and I'll see to it that you atone for your sin! Come on boys, SEND 'EM MY REGARDS!" as True Beat says this, all of the skaters turn their attention to irc, and begin to close in on him, as True Beat manifests two gigantic monolith speakers from the ground to further amplify the rhythm. As more and more entities manifest from the Soul of the Street, the dangerous nature of this ability becomes more apparent. Jrip-Jry is among those unfortunate enough to be passed through by one of the skaters, which are actually manifestations made entirely of soundwaves. As a result, Jrip-Jry finds himself completely deafened, and falls to the ground with a thud as more and more skaters close in on irc.
"Oh, lordy." mutters irc, looking around at his circumstance. irc reaches into a sheath on his waist and pulls out his legendary blade, known as Growler. irc stabs the sword into the ground, and a lightning bolt strikes down, causing a loud thunderclap in the process which dispels many of the sound-based skaters in the area.
"We don't have to fight, I just came here for a quick bite. I was about to head off, anyways." irc says, raising his gaze to meet Beatsmith's. Beatsmith unholsters his gun and points it at irc.
"Sorry, man, but you killed my mentor, so I have to-"
Before Beatsmith can finish talking, irc pulls his blade out from the ground, bringing with it a chunk of earth, which he uses as a stepping stone to jump into the air. Beatsmith aims his gun upwards and is about to pull the trigger, but irc is faster, and brings his blade down through Beatsmith's chest, causing a bolt of lightning to strike him in time with the impalement. As Beatsmith is fried to a crisp, True Beat lets out a garbled radio noise, as it lets out one last announcement.
"Thank you for tuning in to our final broadcast, but remember…the vibes don't have to stop here. The Soul of the Street runs through us all, and even with me gone…you can all keep grooving."
With that, True Beat disappears, and irc pulls his blade out of Beatsmith, causing his body to fall to the ground. irc sheathes the weapon, and walks out from the flaming remains of the Beaten Meat Deli, picking up his phone as it rings.
"Yeah, I'm on my way, sorry. I got a little sidetracked." irc says. As irc walks away from the deli, he passes by Voicetext Victor, who stops outside of the destroyed deli and looks over at Starskate.
"Squid jungle horrible singing oh and I'm not going to listen to me." Victor offers this valuable advice to Starskate.
"Hi not going to listen to me, I'm Dad!" says Dad.
"I don't die." Victor says, turning to Dad with a dark look in his eyes.
"Is this the secret to immortality?" Starskate ponders, as Victor makes a gesture, before leaving once more. Starskate promptly passes out on the ground, just as Autocomplete Aaron passes by.
"Autocomplete Aaron is the way you are going to be able to make your own life right now. Haha, yes, YOU can do it RIGHT NOW! It's just a little bit of a fun time to go get back to the game." Aaron chuckles to himself. "The only reason I didn't want to get to the part was to get that stuff out from the office, and THEN I'll probably go to pick up some stuff for y'all tomorrow. Aaron out."
Meanwhile, Crime Lad pulls up to Kroger on his Scuter. As he scoots forwards, Crime Lad runs over Wadley's foot.
"Can you don't?" Wadley requests, but Crime Lad just sticks out his tongue at Wadley. "Careful, don't me call the rudebusters."
Crime Lad isn't sure if the rudebusters are real or not, but he knows that supposedly, they're a team of four that beat up rude people, and that he himself is scared of the possibility of them being real, so he shuts up.
"Yeah, that's what I thoguth." Wadley smirks, as Crime Lad continues scooting forwards towards the doors of Kroger, running into Feldritch Fenix on the way in.
"You look like if they rebooted Yiggy Yee, but like, in the flesh universe." Crime Lad snickers, and Fenix sniffles, gathering up all his pasta and running all the way to his home in the nearby hooverville of Bumpus, sobbing the whole time. Without apologizing for his merciless insult, Crime Lad heads the rest of the way inside and starts looking around for ointment. Before he gets very far, though, Ownerbone steps out in front of him, blocking the way.
"You don't want to go in here, there's bad things lurking about." Ownerbone warns, wagging a difficult to comprehend finger at Crime Lad.
"You can't stop me unless you can." Crime Lad scoffs, revving up the Scuter's engine threateningly. Ownerbone gazes at Crime Lad with suspicion, but lets him pass through regardless.
"Don't say I didn't warn you!" Ownerbone calls out, but Crime Lad clearly doesn't care, as he just responds by flipping off Ownerbone as he scoots deeper into the depths of Kroger.