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dramadramaduck2013-04-22 09:19 pm
sandinmyboots) wrote in dramadramaduck2013-04-22 09:19 pm
43; it's too cliche; backdated to the grabbag;
[Kefka's sitting on his throne and staring at a photograph. A good eye can catch that it's one of Scrooge. Surrounding Kefka are three statues of grotesque monsters, which all appear to be watching him.]
[Kefka sings:]
If there's a prize for rotten judgement
I guess I've already won that
No friends are worth the aggravation! [He crumples the photo.]
That's ancient history, been there, done that!
[The three statues groan to life, three voices replying:]
Who do you think you're kidding?
They've become a haven to you
Try to keep it hidden
Kefka, we can see right through you
Man, you can't conceal it
We know how you feel and
What you're thinking of
[Kefka spins around, clearly startled. He stuffs the photo into his jacket and stands up on his throne to confront the three statues.]
No chance, no way
I won't say it, no, no!
You laugh, you sigh
why deny it, uh-oh
It's too cliche
I won't say I've gone soft!
[He slams his hands against the back of the throne and levitates himself to try and make himself more intimating.]
I thought my heart had learned its lesson
It feels so good when you start out
My head is screaming get a grip, man
Unless you'll let them all stab your heart out!
[He mimics being stabbed. The statues keep singing.]
You keep on denying
Who you are and how you're feeling
Kefka, we're not buying
Sir, we saw you hit the ceiling
Face it like a grown-up
Whenever will you own up
That you're not, not, not so bad
Whoa - No chance, no way
I won't say it, no, no!
Give up, give in
Check your heart; you've gone soft
This scene won't play,
I won't say I've gone soft!
[With a crack, he shoves the three statues onto their backs with a gust of wind. There's a sudden silence. Kefka glares down at them over the back of his throne, breathing hard, until he's sure they've shut up. Then, he collapses back onto his chair and mutters:]
Well, at least out loud, I won't say I've gone soft. [Beat.] Damn, it must be a problem if the statues are popping up to tell me I'm a wimp. And here I am out of puppies to kick.
[Kefka sings:]
If there's a prize for rotten judgement
I guess I've already won that
No friends are worth the aggravation! [He crumples the photo.]
That's ancient history, been there, done that!
[The three statues groan to life, three voices replying:]
Who do you think you're kidding?
They've become a haven to you
Try to keep it hidden
Kefka, we can see right through you
Man, you can't conceal it
We know how you feel and
What you're thinking of
[Kefka spins around, clearly startled. He stuffs the photo into his jacket and stands up on his throne to confront the three statues.]
No chance, no way
I won't say it, no, no!
You laugh, you sigh
why deny it, uh-oh
It's too cliche
I won't say I've gone soft!
[He slams his hands against the back of the throne and levitates himself to try and make himself more intimating.]
I thought my heart had learned its lesson
It feels so good when you start out
My head is screaming get a grip, man
Unless you'll let them all stab your heart out!
[He mimics being stabbed. The statues keep singing.]
You keep on denying
Who you are and how you're feeling
Kefka, we're not buying
Sir, we saw you hit the ceiling
Face it like a grown-up
Whenever will you own up
That you're not, not, not so bad
Whoa - No chance, no way
I won't say it, no, no!
Give up, give in
Check your heart; you've gone soft
This scene won't play,
I won't say I've gone soft!
[With a crack, he shoves the three statues onto their backs with a gust of wind. There's a sudden silence. Kefka glares down at them over the back of his throne, breathing hard, until he's sure they've shut up. Then, he collapses back onto his chair and mutters:]
Well, at least out loud, I won't say I've gone soft. [Beat.] Damn, it must be a problem if the statues are popping up to tell me I'm a wimp. And here I am out of puppies to kick.
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Don't want to!
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[kefka is slowly approaching boiling point]
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No way~
[ n_n ]
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[He's not in the mood for being mocked. Especially after ripping his heart out metaphorically.]
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Relax, relax, I'm not going to judge you or anything. I like puppies, I'd have to kick your ass if you got too mad about it.