The U.L.G

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3rd Person POV:

Rei: What do you mean "start a country"?!

Yn: I've been thinking...

Rei: That can't be good.

Yn: Hey!

Rei: Don't get offended! Your thoughts usually involve destroying fundamental laws of reality!

Yn:... As I was saying... I've been thinking ever since we went to lefties handmade world...

Yn: It would be pretty cool to have a world of my own.

Yn: Then I thought... Hey, why not make a place where I have people who don't think I've worse than the devil.

Yn: And when the army came knocking, it kinda clicked.

Yn: Start my own country!

Rei: You can't just start another country on another country's land!

Yn: Not if we get permission from the President.

Rei: How would we do that?

Yn: If you bring them here, I can convince them.

Rei: Wha- Are you asking me to kidnap the president!?

Yn: Maybe.

Rei: Do you ever hear yourself?

Yn: Isn't this what you wanted? A place where the limbs of God can be in peace?

Yn: Come on. My ideas haven't failed yet!

Rei: Because your ideas involve destroying the fundamental factor in your threats attack!

Yn: So?

Rei:(facepalms)

Yn: Listen. I ain't forcing you. If you don't want to help you don't have to.

Rei:...(sigh)... I'm going to politely ask. I will not just kidnap the president.

Yn: That's fine.

Rei: I can't believe I'm doing this...

(SWOOSHHH)

Yn:(mind) Convincing a president might take some time... Might as well find a place to lay low for a hot second.

(CHU-CHU-CHU)

A helicopter hovers over the town.

Yn: Okay! Hot minute! Jeez, didn't think I had to be specific!

He sees a machine gun getting prepared.

Yn: Oh boy...

Grabbing Keith, tossing him over his shoulder to sponge any damage tossed his way, Yn dashes down the street.

(BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG)

Yn: Oh shit, oh shit!

He leaps into a cafe.

(Shatter)

The bullets didn't stop, however. They kept on coming, ripping through the cafe.

Yn: Really wish I had a gun...

Yn:(notices Keith's sidearm)

Taking Keith's pistol, Yn looks at it then his arm, deep in thought.

Yn: I wonder...

"Integration"

He fed the gun to his arm.

Yn: Come on... Gun mode!

He makes a finger gun.

Yn: Bang....?

"Bang"

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