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[luxury_banana]

[Action: 463 Stone St.]

[You find yourself waking up in the morning and finding in the air the faint scent of cake being baked in the oven. Follow that scent through your room, down the staircase, and into the kitchen where you'll find your beloved, dainty wife, busy and hard at work preparing your...

Wait...

Wait, you're the wife, aren't you?

A pink-

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Action: Used Car Lot (Hope you don't mind a backtag!)

[monk_of_keyfu]

[Don't worry, Fassad! Someone's come to your aid. By jumping off the roof of the used car lot and onto the hood of a car near your pod-person clone. That someone is wearing a blue Avery vest and grey slacks, and is grinning broadly while staring down pod!Fassad.]

Behold! My eyes see before me an unpleasant pea of the pod! The Monk of Key-Fu shall not sidle past this bomb-bearing buffoon!

[Key-Fu stands in a heroic pose on the hood of the car, fists on his hips.]

Huh, your post was labeled as spam... That's.. odd.

[luxury_banana]

[The Pod Fassad turns over to the Key-Fu with his perpetual smile naturally still glued on its face. It only widens with the appearance of this new person. Even if his embedded programming pushed the Pod Fassad to kill his counterpart, he always appreciated new guests.]

Ooooh! Company! And what a dashing young man, you are~ ❤

I've run out of cake just a little while ago, but this'll be just as appetizing, don't you agree~? Have a slice, it's on me! ❤

[Fassad peeks over the hood of a car about two Fords away from the clone and Key-Fu. The clone approaches Key-Fu with his hands inching close to his bomb's trigger. Fassad crawls away, letting Key-Fu deal with this nuisance all on his own. He mutters under his breath:]

G-go on, you can have my slice too while you're at it... Nwehe... he...

... Poor kid.

I was wondering why that happened. D:

[monk_of_keyfu]

[Key-Fu snaps into a martial arts kata, holding a flat palm out to pod!Fassad as if he were directing traffic ... until he he rotates the hand around and performs a "come on" gesture with it.]

I invite you to a most smashing dance of the feet, Mr. Peabody!

Livejournal gets weird like this from time to time...

[luxury_banana]

Oooooh~ A daaance~ That's almost romantic, isn't it~? ❤

[As if the prospect of dancing is much more entertaining than simply blowing the man up, pod!Fassad sets his bomb down next to him. The clone no longer has the bomb meaning he shouldn't be a threat anymore. ... At least, not until he decides to retrieve and use it.

What should he do? Should he worm his way out of the used car lot to safety? But that would mean that he trusts Key-Fu to take care of this. And more than likely, once he's out of the way, the clone will look for him with yet another bomb. It was tempting to escape, but it seemed more efficient to let Key-Fu deal with pod!Fassad so that the original could disarm it when opportunity strikes.

Fassad turns back and returns to his safety area behind one of the used cars while pod!Fassad prepares to strike.]

And what are you doing? Ooh~ Is that supposed to be something that people in your country do before starting a dance~ How exo~tic~ ❤

[The pod charges.]

[monk_of_keyfu]

[Key-Fu might be stripped of his superhuman agility and dexterity, but he's still a martial artist! As pod!Fassad charges him, he performs his own running leap off of the car hood, in an attempt to jump over the pod person and land behind him. Maybe the faux Fassad will even stumble into the car hood, if he's lucky!]

Indeed, my good veneer of vegetables! We shall dance a deadly dosey doe!

[And then, Key-Fu spins about, attempting a high roundhouse kick to pod!Fassad's neck.]