A Drunken Fool [video] (backdated after the party)

[madlydancing]

[Giggling to himself as he toys with his starfish, the upside down image of one lunatic clown could be seen staring into the camera.]

Oh~! It’s shaped like a little star...[*hic*] How adorable!

[If you’re just tuning in for tonight’s program, then here’s a brief rundown as to why Kefka Palazzo looks absolutely sloshed tonight. He’s drunk. The

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[ninthserenade]

[Stare. Hey, you're the jerk that pelted him with paintballs the other day. That isn't a very good expression on the sitarist's face, either--especially when he's been camping out in the music store lately.]

Drunk or hungover?

[madlydancing]

[Ah, hell. Here comes someone enjoying a moment of pure schadenfreude at Kefka's expense.]

T-There's a [*hic*] difference?

[ninthserenade]

[Karma's a bitch, isn't it clown boy?]

Generally hungover comes after being drunk, dude.

[madlydancing]

[Go to hell, pinhead!]

Fascinating information, but I rather know HOW to get rid of this pain before it gets worse!

[ninthserenade]

[KISS-reject!]

Oh, I know how.

[madlydancing]

[Spoony Nobody!]

Then tell me! Just don't stand there with a smirk on your face. This is life or death!

[That migraine of his is getting so much worse now.]

1/2

[ninthserenade]

[Dr. Rockso wannabe!]

Well, there's a series of magic words before it works. Let's see, how'd they go again?

[ninthserenade]

Okay, just repeat what I say;

Meka leka hi, meka hiney ho.
Meka leka hi, meka hiney ho.
Meka leka hi, Meka chany ho.
Meka leka hi, Meka chany ho.

[madlydancing]

[WANNABE FINAL FANTASY CHARACTER!!]

...

[Oh, no you didn't.]

You're dead. You're so dead, you useless son of a bard!

[ninthserenade]

[HATERS GONNA HATE.]

Someone beat you to that already, Gene Simmons.

[Just going to casually reach off screen for something.]

[madlydancing]

[Gene Simmons? THE NAME'S KEFKA, YOU IDIOTIC SPAWN OF ZIPPERS AND THICK LINES! If the clown could blast him to bits right now, he would.]

Then I'll just KILL you again!

[Eh? What is that Nobody looking for?]

[ninthserenade]

[Joker! Despite all the threats, Demyx cant help but let the tiniest hints of a giggle slip.]

You're breaking my heart.

[Hmm tum de tum de ta, where is that amp switch~]

[madlydancing]

[H-holy, is he...is Demyx about to---OH GAWD! NO, NO, NO!]

Hey, what are you doing? What are you doing?!

[ninthserenade]

Not a thing.

[OH YES. Pulling a simple electric guitar into view, his fingers ghosting over the strings until he hits a high note and holds it.]

[madlydancing]

[For the love of the Warring Triad, do you see the face Kefka is making? My gods, this is a RARE expression of true dismay! He cannot believe there's an entity more foul than HIMSELF present in this homely little fishbowl.

You deserve a round of applause, bard.]

SSSSSSTOOOOPPPPPPP ITTTTTT!

[ninthserenade]

[Hooooold it. Hoooold it. Hold it--Okay, he'll back off.

See, Kefka? He can be just as heartless! No pun intended, of coure.]

Thank you, Vatheon!