"So, are you guys interested in joining us in this holy war?" Dante asked. Our team consists of roughly thirty superheroes; we need a lot more "---"
Dante gestures toward a few of the members who are there at that moment.
"Yeah, but I don't think we would gain anything by defeating the government," the realist countered with an analogy about how "hanging a brick from your penis increases your penis size," but the realist still couldn't see the point.
Freedom, opportunity for your child, and justice for future generations—those were the words of Dante.
Jimmy replies, "How can we gain freedom by hanging a brick from our pines?"
"Yeah, that justice is good, but what is justice?" remarked a realist. "What you like is good, and what you hate is bad, and whoever rules the world will decide what is good and what is bad."
"We are not animals; morality binds us together," Dante stated.
"Yeah, but," a realist said.
"We appreciate you saving us, sir, but we would like some time to consider it," Simon said.
All of them depart from the resistance's covert stronghold.
"What the f*ck, dude? That n*gga saved our lives, and you are asking him those stupid questions? Grow up and show him some respect," Simon remarked.
"These are not frivolous questions; they reflect reality," the realist stated.
"F*ck your reality," said Simon. "But wait, you told me it's cringe, you two-faced f*ck."
"Saying other people's quotes are cringe—what are your thoughts on this, chat?" The realist asked. "Are you cringing?"
They return to their hiding place, but Misa isn't there. After waiting for four or five hours, they decide to go outside and search for her. While they were searching, Misa waved at them. They realize they f*cked up as they get close to Misa.
Misa is standing with Amane, Amane's mother, and Tom.
Chris, Simon, and Jimmy are my friends," Misa said.
"Hello, Miss," Simon said. "Nice to meet you." "How are you, Amane?" "Is he your brother?"
"He is my big brother," Amane said.
Tom introduced himself, saying, "Nice to meet you all."
"Nice name," the realist remarked.
The group should have dinner together," Jimmy suggested. "It's 6 o'clock so "
"We will be honored to have dinner with Amane's friends," Mother said.
"I believe we ought to go," the realist stated.
"No, you are also Amahne's friends," Mom added.
Yeah, Chris is right, Simon agreed.
Jimmy proposed, "I'd love to eat supper with you."
"You are just like Tom from when he was younger," Mom said with a laugh, "haha that's so nice."
In the nearby hotel, they all gather for supper. As they sat down to dinner at the adjacent hotel, Amare and Misa went to the store to pick up something, while Amare's mother went to the restroom. . All the dudes were left behind.
"You hurt my sister." "I'm going to kill you all and feed you to pigs," Tom said.
"No, we didn't attack her; we were just trying to save ourselves," Simon said.
I punched her so hard that her helmet broke, the Realist said. "What are you going to do about it, you f*cking p*ssy a*s g*y looking retard m*therf*cker?"
Tom threatened, "I am going to kill you allllllll."
They all get to their feet, and as they do, the mother enters.
"You don't have to stand up," Mom said.
Throughout the entire dinner, Realist and Tom just stare at each other.
After dinner, the realist introduced himself as Chris and said, "I am the Realist. There is a bounty of over ten million dollars on my head. Your son is the anti-super soldier, so one of us will die soon."
"I know that Mr. Realist"—"And you punched my daughter too and then tried to sell her to the government for the removal of your bounty"—Mother said.
"Wait a second, what? I didn't intend any harm to her," the realist responded.
"When I say you are going to harm her," Mother said. "It's my son's off time, so go as far as you can before 8 am."
Each one of them departed after supper.
On their way to their hiding place, Realist and his companions spot a mobambe playing with dogs in the street.
"Oh, F*ck, look who's here. Let's go catch him," the realist exclaimed.
He saw them as they began to run toward him, took off running, and went inside the building.
They scoured the area searching for Mobambe, but he was nowhere to be located. Eventually, they noticed that he was atop a nearby building, which explained his remarkable speed: he gets by on his feet and is adept at hiding.
Jimmy is nimble, slender, and quick on his feet.
A look at the mobambe allowed Jimmy to deduce his potential route. Jimmy hurries to the spot and waits for Mobambe, but Mobambe suddenly appears and hits him with a bag of coins. Jimmy is knocked down to the floor.
"Aaaaaaaaah You f*cking Jew," Jimmy said.
"Where is he?" Simon asked.
Jimmy stated, "He went to the parking lot."
When Simon was pursuing Mobambe, Mobambe had already started the car, and he struck Simon with the vehicle.
"Rest in pieces, my n*gga hahaha," Mobambe said.
Realist ascended to the top floor a few minutes ago after seeing Mobambe there, but he was not there. Hearing Jimmy's voice from the parking lot prompted him to head over there.
Realist saw Mobambe in the car and leaped over it from the tenth floor, crushing it to pieces. His lower body is now immobile due to the injuries he sustained.
As soon as Mobambe got out of the car and began running, Misa sped up to 5 km/h, barely missing him, but crushing his feet under the wheels.
"You motherf*ckers, ahh, you broke my feet. You f*cking pieces of sh*t, I'm going to make all of you my b*tches—I'll make you guys pay for this, you stupid lgdtv g*ys transbi shemales," Mobambe declared.
"What kind of cursing is that?" Jimmy asked.
"You can achieve this skill by diving into boiling coal tar for 2 minutes while attaching a long nose to yourself," the realist said.
You think you'll get away with it, so I'll feed you to my dogs," Mobambe said. "You f*cking F*ck faces retards."
It would be hilarious to witness his scream when his dogs snatch up his rusted 1940 Makarov rifle, Simon joked.
Listen, dude, you and I are one and the same. If we decide to work together, we'll reach the stars; nothing can stand in our way. Please, just lend me a hand.
Our goal is not to harm you in any way; all we ask is that you hand over our money, and then we'll disappear. Sound good to you? Realist replied.
"That f*cking pig burns everything," Mobambe remarked. "He throws the gold miles away, burns all the money, and I have nothing." Absolutely nothing:
"Stop lying, you have money," the realist added, before adding, "Give us the money, which I know you have, and we will leave, or I'll cut your hands too."
"I promise, I don't have any," Mobambe exclaims.
Give us your money, the realist demanded. "Your own money? Tom burns only the business."
"No, I'm not going to do that. That's my children's money," Mobambe said.
"Pay us when you have money; it's not a problem," a realist said, adding that we don't currently require additional funds.
Mobambe astonishes, "What?"
Come on, man, what do you think I am? We don't need the money right now, but if you can find us a new client, 40% of the debt will be forgiven and 10% for your injuries, so only half of the debt remains.
Only two million will be left, Mobambe said.
"Done," the realist said.