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Deep Leffen Battles Deep Chillindude: Part 2

Added 2020-09-29 15:09:03 +0000 UTC

This is a continuation of a story. See part one here before reading

On the last episode:

Big Chill is crowd-surfing but not moving anywhere. Nevertheless, he appears to be having a great time

Scar: Can you get off your phone for one fucking second Toph and just appreciate the moment?

Toph: Sorry about that, I just got a text message.

Toph reads the text message on his phone

Toph: It's ... from... Leffen...

Begin Part 2:

Scar: What the hell? What does it say?

Toph: It says, "If you think that's me on the ground and not just some dumb fan who agreed to be my body double, you're an idiot."

Scar: Oh my god. We don't have time to dissect what this means because the crowd is now chanting "Finish Him! Finish Him!", goading Big Chill into unnecessary violence.

Toph: Big Chill is running up to Big Leff's decaying corpse, and dives, back first, on top of Leffen's body.

Scar: Big Chill is now hoisting Leffen's body across the stage like Simba did to Mufasa in the Lion King. The audience is acting like a pack of hyenas just foaming at the mouth for a sacrifice. The crowd has now linked arms as one and is joining in on Big Chill's demonic chant of "Smash 'Em Up." I don't want to turn away for even a second, Toph. This is a slice of history in the making and when it finally comes to an end, we want to make sure we're watching it as close as possible.

Toph: Chill now appears to be turning to the camera and doing an endorsement for Big Ten cereal. What does this mean? I'm starting to feel a bit uncomfortable.

Big Chill: Big Ten Cereal is in the top 10 cereals of all time. Eat it up, you might even find you enjoy the way it feels in your throat and then in your stomach.

Toph: Wow, Big Ten Cereal sounds like it might just be the cereal for me. Is this some kind of limited offer that I have to act soon on, Scar?

Scar: That's right, Toph. And you'd have to be an idiot to not appreciate that it's jam-packed full of vitamins, minerals, protein, carbohydrates, calories, and people.

Toph: Boy, I just hope there's no limit on how many I can buy.

Scar: Toph, put your god damn cell phone down and look at what's happening. Fans are crowd surfing with Leffen's body on top of their heads. The game is truly over now and it was really something to see.

Toph: I'm guessing that Chill is going to have to wait a little while before he can convince people to play friendlies. He seems to have gotten carried away tonight.

Big Chill and the crowd continue to chant "Chill 'Em Up, Chill 'Em Down, Chill 'Em All Around"

Toph: I feel something is about to happen, Scar.

Scar: Me too, Toph. It's almost here.

The chanting slowly starts to dissipate

The crowd grows silent

Scar: The chanting has completely ceased. I've never heard anything quite like it.

Toph: We are thirty seconds away from something truly historic, perhaps even twenty seconds.

Scar: If I was a betting man, I'd say ten seconds. In ten seconds something is going to happen.

Toph: Everyone in the room now realizes what happens next. Even the drunk, racist children in the crowd know what is about to happen. It's finally over.

Big Chill looks around. The crowd is quiet

Big Chill: It's my turn to shine now.

Big Chill starts the next line, but is suddenly interrupted by a loud voice from within the crowd

Voice from crowd: Big Chill, I beg you, please do not continue on with this foolishness.

The voice is getting closer to the stage. The crowd parts to reveal a figure in the center of the audience.

Voice from crowd: You cannot escape us.

Two men walk up from the crowd to the center of the stage. One of the men is wearing a suit and a hat. The other man is wearing a hat and a suit.

Voice from crowd: Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Flapcannon Bonedragon and this is my associate, John.

Scar begins to lose consciousness

Scar: What. the. Fuck. Just. Happened. To. My. Consciousness.

Toph: What the fuck is this? Scar?

Flapcannon Bonedragon stands on top of the shoulders of his associate, John. They jointly open their trench coats to reveal that they're strapped from head to toe in dynamite.

Toph: Fuck me

Scar: Oh my god

Toph: No no no no no. This isn't in the script.

Scar: No. Stop it.

Toph: THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING

Big Chill's eyes widen in horror

Scar: NO

Toph: OH MY GOD

Scar is passing out

Toph: NO, SCAR? Scar? Scar?

Toph can no longer speak, the weight of the situation is too much for him

Scar: Toph... I'm passed out.