Tifa blocked every punch that Yang- no. Yin threw at her. She had to think!

She didn't want to hurt Yang. She knew that the girl that she cared about was still in there, but she also didn't want to die… Well, die again. She kinda choked on that fight.

"What's the matter, bartender? Afraid to hit your friend?" Ganon taunted.

Tifa glared hard at the Gerudo King. His arrogance was insufferable, and one of the things that she wanted to do, was to pound that smug smirk off his stupid face!

Tifa needed a distraction. And she needed one soon.

Well, Ganon's a villain. Maybe he'll gloat.

Tifa shook her head. That idea wasn't going to pull through. Ganon was too smart for that.

"You're probably wondering how this came to be…"

"GANONDORF!"

Ganon rolled his eyes at the CEO who was stomping up to him, "What is it Luthor? Can you not see that I am about to dispose of this hero?"

Lex kicked Tifa away, clearly not concerned about her, and turned his glare towards the Gerudo King.

"Do you realize the level of risk that you are playing right now?"

Ganon sicced Yin on the bartender, intent on making sure that she wasn't going to try anything.

"What risk? I told you that that spellbook was the-"

"The scripturae locos communes?" Lex questioned, "That literally translates to "Writing clichés!"

Tifa let guard down for a brief moment. Ganondorf. The master of evil, used a writing cliché spellbook.

"Relax, Luthor. The curse can only be broken by an 'act of true love.'" He mocked, "She has no love interest. The spell cannot be broken."

"You… Clearly have not watched Frozen." Tifa deadpanned.

"Why would I watch something that we all know the ending to?" Ganon complained, "Princess is cursed, true love's kiss breaks the curse, queen is dethroned, princess and prince get married, and 'happily ever after.'" He mocked.

Even Yin dropped her combat stance at Ganon's lack of knowledge of the film.

"Regardless," Ganon boasted, "There's no way for the bartender to break the curse. Now Yin, I order you to- What are you doing?"

Tifa held up a finger to indicate that she needed a moment, "One sec. I'm trying to find a song on this thing."

"What the-"

"Ah. Found it." Tifa smirked. She jumped at the being wearing Yang's body, and pushed some earbuds into her ears.

"What the-" Yin was cut off by the music that started playing in her ears.

When you walk away

You don't hear me say please

Oh baby, don't go

Simple and clean is the way that you're making me feel tonight…

"It's hard to let it go," Tifa breathed.

"You're giving me too many things. Lately you're all I need. You smiled at me and said," Yin breathed,

"Don't get me wrong I love you." They synchronized together.

A bright light enveloped Yin. Blinding everyone in the room.


"Okay, dad. You might want to step back a bit." Luke had managed to get ahold of the Sweet Bot, and was prepared to slam the lock off with brute force.

"Be careful…" Anakin gasped.

"Huragh!" Luke forced the arms down, managing to break the lock, and freeing his father.

"I got you dad." Luke said, as he helped his father out of the cell.

"Thank…" A deep breath, "You…" The elder Skywalker looked up, and snarled. They had company.

"Now, where do you think you're going?"

"Needles." Luke snarled, "Don't make me waste my time-"

"You will let us go." Vader commanded, holding up his hand.

"What?"

"I said, you will let us go." Vader repeated.

"I will let you go." Needles echoed.

"You will open the garage door, and escort us out."

"I will open the garage door, and let you out." Needles said as he proceeded to do just that.

"Finally. They never allowed him to stand guard, and I can now see why." Vader chuckled before going onto a coughing fit.

Luke managed to walk his father out of the garage, and managed to run into Dante.

"Hey man. I see you found your dad."

"Yep. It was a little rough in there. Where's Erza?" Luke looked around.

"She managed a retreat, with Link. Something about needing to get some barf bags or whatever."

"Wait, Tifa's still in there?" Luke asked.

"She can handle herself. Trust me, I've felt those fists before."


X: Jenny 687 5309! How hard is for people to figure that out? Seriously! Fried chicken costs $2.33 per pound, multiply that by 6,875,309 then add in the 20% tax and 8.45% tax equals 25964202.1765! Round that up, and you get 25964202.18 dollars!

Wade: Maybe you were off in your initial math?

X: Oh that's rich. Let me check- ah crapbaskets.

Pinkie: What happened?

X: I was off by about $1000.

Pinkie: You could have written that off as Superman giving them some extra money for the damages.

X: Yeah, but it's too late now. Great. Now I feel like an asshole.

Wade: And you weren't an asshole about nine chapters ago when you used the characters as soapboxes?

X: Wade. I get it. Vent in the notes, not through the characters. Ugh, I swear, you could say something like how Jaune Arc harassed Weiss Schnee and is an asshat because of it, and end up with about a few dozen of his fanboys scrambling to his defense, and claim that he's not a creator's pet because he got only one less line than Ruby.