Brothers In Arms

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

Ow! You're right, Pickle. We need to get to cookin'.

[Kennifer]

"Hey, you're not supposed to cook the guests, you're supposed to cook FOR them!"

Linda laughs nervously. Between the guest's attitude, the murder investigation and execution of an innocent, and the fact her team had lost two challenges in a row to say she's on edge would be a massive understatement.

[KungFuCutbug]

[Pico looks very irritated to have been misnamed.] “It's Pico, not fuckin’ Pickle. Pico. P-I-C-O. PICO.”

[Dookie]

“Oh! Here's another one...”

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Name: Hercules Pirate Poyrot Iamfrench

Game: .EXE 3

Special Dish: Coq Au Vin

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

All right! Pico, Pickle, Peek-A-Boo, Pingas, whatever. Geez, you're feisty like one of them Chucky dolls. You kinda look like one, too.

[Despair's Archon of Memes]

Junko flinches again and recieves... MUCH distress upon seeing the second guest.

Oh no.

[MadeOfMilk]

"Cock o' Vin"? Who's this Vin and why do we need his cock?

[Kennifer]

"Oooh, that sounds fancy!"

[KungFuCutbug]

[Soon after the announcement, a tall, pale-skinned, black-and-red-haired mustached man in oddly formal monochromatic wear with prominent red accents peeks through the door, having been left ajar by Loona's entrance. Soon after, he dramatically saunters in, his arms flourished and his glasses glimmering in the light of the building.] “Bonjour! Sorry to have kept you waiting for so long. I had... important matters to attend to back home, oui?”

[When Pico sees the guest, he's taken aback—but his signature wide grin returns to his face soon enough.] “HERC! Heya!”

[Hercules turns his head and is soon smiling himself.] “Pico? Hah! Quelle agréable surprise!” [He walks over as close as he can to Pico, who closes the distance as quickly as he can and gives the Frenchman a high-five.] “I hadn't expected to find the Fragments’ arms dealer competing here! Heh, you even brought your weapon of choice. Je l'aime.”

[Pico twirls his Uzi on his fingers, smug as ever.] “Heh, yeah... S'been a bit of a tough fuckin’ ride, lemme tell ya. But we got rid of some dead fuckin’ weight earlier. We won't let ya down, Herc, I fuckin’ swear!”

“Oh, that much, I'm confident of,” [Herc responds with a laugh as he goes to his designated table.] “Bonne chance, everyone—you'll need it.”

[Cassie]

"......Something's off about this guy."

[Kafkaesque]

Loona nods to Junko.

"Hey, 'least someone appreciates it. I spent, like, a whole fuckin' day figuring out what to wear."

She rolls her eyes at Seedy Joe, then glowers at the other guest.

"And what's the deal with Ethnic Stereotype McGee over there?"

Stolas chuckles very awkwardly.

"I, ah... I apologise for my chosen guest's manners. A rather moody young woman, she is."

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

Ooh! A French guy! Sure is a fancy guest you brought here, Pookie. Wonder if he knows any recipes for Escargot? Wouldn't mind eatin' some snail.

He briefly turns his attention to Stolas.

That's all right, Stolas. Not your fault she has the manners of a goat.

[Kennifer]

"Okay, I don't know what half of that means. He's got kinda cool hair though. I wonder how mine would look red... I mean, I went blonde one time and it looked great!"

Linda is playing with her hair as she talks.

[KungFuCutbug]

[Herc clutches his chest and lurches backwards, offended by Loona's comment.] “E—ethnic stereotype?! What is that even supposed to mean? Tch, typical for a puppy dog like you to have no respect for your superiors. Heel, girl, heel!”

“Herc, the goddamn wolf lady's like 2 or 3 feet taller than you, are you sure this is a good fuckin’ idea—”

[Kafkaesque]

A brief flash of unrestrained killer instinct appears in the hellhound's red eyes.

"Heel? Heel? I'LL GIVE YOU FUCKING HEEL ALRIGHT!"

She aims a hard kick with the back of her foot right at Hercules' chest. Stolas takes a step back, aghast.

[Kennifer]

Linda is just going to get out of the way because oh my god the guests are gonna kill each other.

[psychedelicate]

"Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"

[Cassie]

Henrik cowers under a table, with the colada and sushi he intended to give to Loona spilled on the floor. He ain't gonna get caught up in this.

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

All right, a good ol' fashion tussle! Take 'er on, Frenchie!

[KungFuCutbug]

[Hercules just BARELY manages to dodge the kick, but his arrogance doesn't falter for even a second.] “What was that for?! Disobedient little mutt!”

“Uh—UH—” [Okay, yeah, Pico's panicking.] “C-can someone get the fuckin’ guests to stop fighting?!”

[TalesofUnder]

FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!

[Despair's Archon of Memes]

Junko gives one long glance/stare at Hercules, contemplating why she even came to this show in the first place...

I know you... TOO WELL, IN FACT...

[Kafkaesque]

As Loona rears back, ready to come bearing down on Hercules in a whirlwind of teeth and claws, Stolas decides enough is enough. His power may be reduced outside of Hell, but it most definitely is not entirely absent.

The Prince makes a quick, complex hand gesture, and blood-red shackles erupt from under the arms of his robe. Just as Loona is about to try and tear Hercules to bloody shreds, she finds her arms and legs sealed tight within pentagram-shaped cuffs. As she strains and snarls, Stolas pulls back, and Loona is dragged to the floor with a pitiful little yelp.

"That's quite enough of that. I invited you to be my guest on the condition that you would show some decorum, miss Loona. Is that really so hard?"

[KungFuCutbug]

[Hercules lets out a spiel of triumphant, wild laughter upon seeing Loona's plight.] “H-hah HAH! Imbécile!” [He then turns to look at the contestant addressing him and—

...Huh?] “Wh... wait, how are you alive. I—I thought I—HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU ALIVE? You had been torn to shreds and split in half, how...” [After that brief slip, he regains his composure, smiling.] “...tch. Pourquoi suis-je surpris? I've seen what else you were capable of surviving. That, it would appear, was no different. Impressionnant, Junko Enoshima.”

[Pico turns to Junko, a little surprised himself.] “Y'know Herc? Huh, what a coincidence.”

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

That's some fancy dog-tamin' you did there, Stolas. I'm mighty impressed. I guess she won't be gettin' any Milkbones for the rest of the week, huh?