[ Video ] ~*MUSICAL INTERLUDE*~
[Wayyyy up high above the city, on the elevator-platforms created by Hekket, Axel is hard at work winding up chains. And there, on another platform (sufficiently far away to prevent any fights), Xemnas is equally hard at work on another chain. Interesting enough, but what's with this whole split-screen effect, anyway?
[The answer becomes clear as music starts up in the background. But, before either Nobody can catch on to what's about to happen, they're swept right up into it.]
It's not easy having yourself a good time
Greasing up those bets and betters
Watching out they don't four-letter
Snib and snub you both at the same time
Smells like something I've forgotten
Curled up died and now it's rotten
[Suddenly, the screens merge. SOMEHOW, the two black-clad Nobodies are on the same platform. Except that this platform ... is black. With lights. And it looks more like a stage than anything.]
I'm not a gangster tonight
Don't want to be a bad guy
I'm just a loner baby
And now you've gotten in my way
[Abruptly, they each toss their tools away. And then, with a mighty SPIN, they spin their coats right off. Yes, seriously. They look just as startled by this as anyone else.
[... Or maybe their looks of 'what the HELL' have more to do with the fact that their shirts - if they can be called that - are made entirely of chains and zippers. But there's no time to wonder how that looks with their standard-issue leather pants (because the Organization has amazing fashion sense, okay): it's apparently time to sing TO each other.]
Iiiii can't decide
Whether you should live or die
Oh, you'll probably skip on heaven
But don't hang your head and cry
No wonder why
My heart feels dead inside
It's cold and hard and petrified
Lock the doors and close the blinds
We're going for a ride
[WELL. If they're going to have to do this - it's evidently time to play the parts. As they keep singing, they start to appear oddly into what they're saying. Axel with a marked increase in sneers, and Xemnas with ever-increasing haughtiness.]
It's a bitch convincing people to like you
If I stop now call me a quitter
If lies were cats you'd be a litter
Pleasing everyone isn't like you
Dancing jigs until I'm crippled
Slug ten drinks I won't get pickled
I've got to hand it to you
You've played by all the same rules
It takes the truth to fool me
And now you've made me angry
[As if the forced singing, the proximity, and the risque outfits weren't bad enough ... it's now time to ~*dance*~. It could have been fortunate that the dancing appears to mimic fighting ... if it weren't for all the bizarrely artful posturing involved. :| Sure, neither of them can get embarrassed about it - and they look pretty fantastic, really - but honestly. This is so beneath them.]
I can't decide
Whether you should live or die
Oh, you'll probably skip on heaven
But don't hang your head and cry
No wonder why
My heart feels dead inside
It's cold and hard and petrified
Lock the doors and close the blinds
We're going for a ride
[Could this seriously get any worse? Yes, it could. And it does, as they're forced to stand side-by-side and oh-so-jovially elbow each other in the ribs. It would probably look playful, if it weren't for the fact that both of their expressions can more or less be summed up as >B|.]
Oh I could throw you in the lake
Or feed you poisoned birthday cake
I won't deny I will not miss you when you're gone
Oh I could bury you alive
But you might crawl out with a knife
And kill me when I'm sleeping
That's why
[And back to ~*dancing*~!]
I can't decide
Whether you should live or die
Oh, you'll probably skip on heaven
But don't hang your head and cry
No wonder why
My heart feels dead inside
It's cold and hard and petrified
Lock the doors and close the blinds
We're going for a ride
[At long last, the music ends. Both Nobodies are on the streets of Nautilus with their tossed-away coats and tools nearby, just ... staring at each other.
[What do they even say here, seriously?
[In the end, the best thing to do ... is say nothing. As one, they both turn on their heels, scoop up their things, and take off in opposite directions.
[Who cares where they're going. This madness is done.]
[The answer becomes clear as music starts up in the background. But, before either Nobody can catch on to what's about to happen, they're swept right up into it.]
It's not easy having yourself a good time
Greasing up those bets and betters
Watching out they don't four-letter
Snib and snub you both at the same time
Smells like something I've forgotten
Curled up died and now it's rotten
[Suddenly, the screens merge. SOMEHOW, the two black-clad Nobodies are on the same platform. Except that this platform ... is black. With lights. And it looks more like a stage than anything.]
I'm not a gangster tonight
Don't want to be a bad guy
I'm just a loner baby
And now you've gotten in my way
[Abruptly, they each toss their tools away. And then, with a mighty SPIN, they spin their coats right off. Yes, seriously. They look just as startled by this as anyone else.
[... Or maybe their looks of 'what the HELL' have more to do with the fact that their shirts - if they can be called that - are made entirely of chains and zippers. But there's no time to wonder how that looks with their standard-issue leather pants (because the Organization has amazing fashion sense, okay): it's apparently time to sing TO each other.]
Iiiii can't decide
Whether you should live or die
Oh, you'll probably skip on heaven
But don't hang your head and cry
No wonder why
My heart feels dead inside
It's cold and hard and petrified
Lock the doors and close the blinds
We're going for a ride
[WELL. If they're going to have to do this - it's evidently time to play the parts. As they keep singing, they start to appear oddly into what they're saying. Axel with a marked increase in sneers, and Xemnas with ever-increasing haughtiness.]
It's a bitch convincing people to like you
If I stop now call me a quitter
If lies were cats you'd be a litter
Pleasing everyone isn't like you
Dancing jigs until I'm crippled
Slug ten drinks I won't get pickled
I've got to hand it to you
You've played by all the same rules
It takes the truth to fool me
And now you've made me angry
[As if the forced singing, the proximity, and the risque outfits weren't bad enough ... it's now time to ~*dance*~. It could have been fortunate that the dancing appears to mimic fighting ... if it weren't for all the bizarrely artful posturing involved. :| Sure, neither of them can get embarrassed about it - and they look pretty fantastic, really - but honestly. This is so beneath them.]
I can't decide
Whether you should live or die
Oh, you'll probably skip on heaven
But don't hang your head and cry
No wonder why
My heart feels dead inside
It's cold and hard and petrified
Lock the doors and close the blinds
We're going for a ride
[Could this seriously get any worse? Yes, it could. And it does, as they're forced to stand side-by-side and oh-so-jovially elbow each other in the ribs. It would probably look playful, if it weren't for the fact that both of their expressions can more or less be summed up as >B|.]
Oh I could throw you in the lake
Or feed you poisoned birthday cake
I won't deny I will not miss you when you're gone
Oh I could bury you alive
But you might crawl out with a knife
And kill me when I'm sleeping
That's why
[And back to ~*dancing*~!]
I can't decide
Whether you should live or die
Oh, you'll probably skip on heaven
But don't hang your head and cry
No wonder why
My heart feels dead inside
It's cold and hard and petrified
Lock the doors and close the blinds
We're going for a ride
[At long last, the music ends. Both Nobodies are on the streets of Nautilus with their tossed-away coats and tools nearby, just ... staring at each other.
[What do they even say here, seriously?
[In the end, the best thing to do ... is say nothing. As one, they both turn on their heels, scoop up their things, and take off in opposite directions.
[Who cares where they're going. This madness is done.]