Once the whole crew got there, we all registered to compete and waited for our turn.  There were a few other people, amongst them included Goku.  We were shocked that the same guy we watched as kids were in front of us trying out DDR.  Apparently, in this world, everything, and I mean, everything, that passes away comes to this world.  Once Goku got onto the dance pad, he started jumping around regardless of the arrows that appeared on the screen.  When the song was done, he was definitely out of the competition.  Then it was my turn.  I went on, took a deep breath and started the matrix stance hoping I would score some creativity points.  I did what Trinity would do and started jumping, hitting arrows, spinning and did some kung fu freestyle packed with those sounds Bruce Lee would make when fighting.  I scored a mere B+ which was not bad for me.  The crew’s mouth was wide opened, shocked.  Denny was crouching down with his large hood hiding his face shaking. 

“What the hell what that Vanny?” George asked.

“What!? I was improvising! DUH!” I replied.

“The hell Vanny, that was the most embarrassing performance ever!” Valiant added.

“Oh god, she pulled a VC” Salina said.

“I want my mommy… mommy…. Make it stop…” Denny was on the floor, rocking back and forth.

“Shut up! I was creative and I hit the arrows!” I said.

I crossed my arms and stomped over to Denny, smacked him in the head and sat down.

Then came Jonny.  He went on, he turned, faced the audience, put his hands together and took a bow like a monk.  He tends to think he’s Asian sometimes, I dubbed his kind, WZN.  It stands for Wasian which translate to white Asian (wannabe).  He took a deep breath and started to cough violently. After a few minutes, he managed to control it.

“Sorry, I choked on the dust in the air.” Jonny apologized.

He turned around and faced the screen.  The arrows started flying from all directions.  Jonny started madly moving his legs, hitting the well-lit arrows every time.  Smoke started to form under his shoes, but he didn’t stop.  His face started to turn red, sweat drops started to drip from the side of his head and eventually, he looked like a madman madly swinging away.  His arms were swinging and waving in all directions, his head was dripping with sweat, his hair flying all over the place, flinging in the air, his tongue started to swing like a mad dog and his shoes were no longer on his feet.  It flew 150 km/hr hitting Denny on the head, knocking him unconscious.  I looked at Denny.  A shoe print was stamped onto his large face as his eyes turned into swirls and his mouth filled with foam.  He lied motionless on the ground, his arms spread across the cold, polished floor.  I ignored him like everyone else and watched Jonny finish his game without his shoes.  His socks were starting to disappear from the friction that pulled the threads apart.  By the end of the song, his socks were gone, the bottom half of his pants were in loose threads and his head and shirt were soaking wet as if he just came in from a storm.  We stood in awe. 

            Jonny got down on all fours.  All of us, except for Denny who was still unconscious, knew what was going to happen.  Time slowed down as I heard Salina slowly screamed, “NO O O O O O O O O O O O O O!!!!!!” and I quickly reached for my umbrella and tried to open it.  It was stuck as I tried to pry it open.  George started running towards me in slow motion and fell onto the floor, his face slowly bouncing off the floor and back onto the floor.  His face pressed firmly against the floor now.  Valiant was behind him slowly running, stepping on him leaving a footprint or two and ran.  Salina, not far behind, also stepped on George’s back, leaving another footstep.  By the time they got there, I got my umbrella opened.  I slowly raised the umbrella (keeping in mind we’re still in slow motion) covering the view of the four legged Jonny as he started to turn to the right and turn back to the left like a large dog.  George jumped back up and jumped behind the umbrella just in time and large amounts of sweat came gushing towards us.  Time went back to normal.  The water hit the umbrella like the tsunami hitting a brick wall.  The force threw all of us back a meter, resulting in the four of us hitting the ground.  Luckily, I landed on something soft, namely the three that hid behind me, trying to block out the pouring foul-smelling liquid.  Finally, the water stopped.  I slowly lowered my umbrella and saw that Jonny had stood back up.  He took a deep breath, clasped his hand together and bowed.  The audience were soaked and disgusted.  Goku fainted in a kamehmeha (An attack shooting a rather powerful beam from his hands) pose.  He did let out his attack but the sweat overpowered it, rendering it and Goku virtually powerless.

            “Oh shoot, I forgot about Denny…” I said.

            The crew stood in shock.  We turned our heads and saw Denny on the ground in a washed up position.  By that, I mean, he was no longer in the position we left him.  He was faced down on the wet floor, arms opened onto the sides, soaked.  Surrounding his head was a large puddle of foam, that was originally from his mouth.  Lying beside him was one of Jonny’s shoes.

            We gasped in horror. 

            Jonny walked over.

            “Hey guys, what do you think? Awesome or what!” Jonny said, “Oh, there’s my shoe. Thanks Denny for keeping it safe!”

            Jonny picked up his wet shoe and put it back on his feet.  We made a disgusted face.

            “That was sick.” George commented.

            “Ya, I know! I practiced so much at home!” Jonny said proudly.

            Salina and I rolled our eyes.

            “We better help Denny.” Salina said.

            I agreed and we walked over to Denny.  Salina kneeled down and stumbled back a few steps.

            “He stinks man!” Salina shouted, “What are we gonna do?!”

            “Walk away.” I replied.

            I knelt down onto the dry part of the floor.

            “Now, let’s pray for him.” I said.

            Salina whacked me with a large paper fan and screamed, “Are you stupid?! Denny can die!”

            I got up calmly, with my head throbbing.

            “He won’t die. Let’s go, it’s dirty here. I forfeit the DDR competition.” I said.

            “Me too.” Valiant replied.

            “Yeah… the machines too wet anyways.” George replied.

            I turned and walked towards the door. But I never made it because another whack came my way.  The impact left my head pulsing ever harder. 

            “Don’t you dare! He can die! Why are you so heartless!!?!?” Salina screamed, tears looked like it was about to stream out of her eyes.

            Flames of fury started to form around me, drying the sweat in the room.  George and Valiant took a few steps back and held onto each other shaking. 

            “Uh… right….I…” I said.  I got out a larger paper fan that was double my height with two hands, “didn’t know YOU WERE IN LOVE WITH DENNNNYYYYYYY!!!!!!” I screamed as I lifted the large paper fan and whacked Salina.

            I found myself breathing hard after using all my strength.  Salina lied on the ground with swirls in her eyes, resembling Denny’s.  But after a few minutes, Salina got back to reality.

            “What.. what was that for!  I was trying to save Denny! What the hell!” Salina shouted.

            “Shut up! You whacked my in the head twice, really hard! And have you forgotten that we’re already dead! You stupid! Denny can’t die!” I shouted back.

            I turned to George and Valiant.

            “Ok guys, time to wake out Sleeping Fatty.  Body slam him in the gut! That’s an order!” I comannded.

            “Ye….ye….yes… boss.” The two replied.

            They were a few meters back.

            “On a count of three…. 1…..2…..3! CHARGGEEEEEE” they both yelled.

            They ran with all their might toward the large figure on the ground, jumped as they were screaming and with their elbows, slammed right into Denny’s gut.  Denny’s eyes opened immediately wide open and from his mouth came this morning’s breakfast.  He started pouring his gooey, musshed up breakfast out painfully.  His eyes were turning red and filled with tears.  His face turned red from the high pressure, his veins were visible from the side of his head.  He was definitely conscious now.

            When Denny got it together, we headed out.  Jonny had his larger than life size can of whipped cream.  He hugged his can while he walked through the festival full of people, games, and food booths.  Denny’s eyes gleamed with delight as a hungry smile came to his face.  He looked hypnotized.  He walked toward the food court.