Gwaaaaahahaaaaaa- oof! P-please Mr. Piccolo, I was only jokin’! I-it was just a prank bro, I swear!
Oh no, you’re not getting away this time. I spent a decade studying medicine just to be upstaged by some idiot in a bathrobe? Well I’m going to put that degree to use. I know exactly how the human body is constructed, and I know how to take it apart piece by piece! SAY GOODBYE, MR. SATAN!
Did somebody just call me?
Shit, someone’s coming.
Sounds like it came from over there.
Hmm, it’s that other doctor. But who’s he brought with him?
Oh, it’s you two. Gentlemen, I’d like to introduce you to Satan. Him and I were perusing the studio together between matches.
Hello, everyone. I thought I heard someone call for me?
Err, uh, no, Big Green here was just talking about me. You’re Satan too?
Correct. I am Satan, the ruler of Puyo Hell.
This dastardly devil and I go back quite some time. Originally he hated me when he heard I took his spot in Mean Bean Machine.
And how could I not be? Between him and that penguin I’ve seen around, I was getting robbed of worldwide recognition as the strongest Puyo popper in all the world.
Robbed of recognition, huh? Sounds like someone else I know.
Over time, however, we managed to settle our differences and form an evil alliance to rule the world!
Our bond is as unbreakable as two Puyos stuck to each other!
We’re absolutely not married or anything, by the way.
(God, I hope those two are taking PrEP.)
Things are definitely much different today. These days, everyone recognizes me as the true king of Puyo, although a lot of people wouldn’t realize that by what they call me…
Huh? Whad’ya mean?
Well, it seems the name “Satan” is too much for some people to handle. I learned this early on, but because I never went abroad, I never realized how much of an issue it was until later. Now everyone calls me the “Dark Prince”, a truly unfitting title for a top-tier such as I.
Heh, it’s funny ya mention it, I get into a bunch of trouble for callin’ myself Satan too. It’s just a stage name, but I guess we got somethin’ in common with each other, two top-tier Satans with name problems.
Aw man, did I hear someone say Satan was here?
Oh great, more company. You’re not off the hook yet, Afroman, so don’t get too comfortable.
Listen dude, I’ve already defeated you like, two or three times already. You can’t win, broski.
I’ve never met you before in my life.
You can’t fool me with that totally bishie disguise, I know you’re the same Satan as always. I challenge you to a rock-off!
Well I challenge you to a Puyo Puyo battle!
What? Aren’t you supposed to, like, abide by the Demon Code and do the rock-off or whatever?
Demon Code? When you’re a ruler like me, there’s no code to follow except for your own.
Uh, yeah, whatever dude. You’re going down like you’ve done all the other times!
Aw yeah! Now this is the action I like t’see!
Hold on a minute. As much as I think seeing two idiots fighting is funny, contestants and guests shouldn’t be going at it. I don’t know what a “rock-off” or “Puyo Puyo battle” entails, but if Jack gets injured and has to be disqualified, it’ll ruin the whole tournament. (Even though it would make winning easier for me…)
But isn’t that what you’re doing right now?
I can’t beat the shit out of you with all these people around, I’ll lose my medical license.
The doctor is right. Satan, lay off Jack, he can’t help being that much of an imbecile.
Very well. Just remember, no one challenges Satan and wins.
Okay, sure bro. Just know I’ve got your number – six-hundred and sixty-six. Anything starts smelling fishy, you’re gonzo.
Come on, Satan, let’s head back to the Gaylord.
As if there aren’t two Gaylords already here.
Shit! I mean, uh, proper rest is important for good health. You two should definitely head back there and leave me and Mr. Satan alone.
Whatever floats your ferry, Namekian.
Oh, uh, would’ya look at the time, I better get goin’ too!
Not so fast, asshole! The doctor is in, and he’s about to take you off life support! SAY GOODBYE, MR. SATAN!!!!
Was it you who summoned me?