oh my god he won't shut up

[whodaman]

Yo, why would you want to get rid of me?! You haven't been able to put the game down for at least two weeks, plus you're listening to our tunes right now! So I'm more like a blessing in disguise y'know?

Admit it; you wanna send me somewhere! Come on, you can't keep a GG tied down, yo! You've had this thing made for me for a few days and you still can't shake me. Yeah yeah, I know I can't go chill with Beat and Rhyth, blah blah blah, you've told me like ten times already. So let me hang out somewhere else in the mean time, yo! I'll just have to cause enough havoc for all three of us.

...

Yo, what do you mean you're just annoyed by my voice?!

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[beknightedheroine]

...

So that's why your name's YoYo.

[skullphones]

Pro tip, freshmeat: everyone's annoyed by your voice.

[whodaman]

Duuuh! Why else would it be, yo?

[whodaman]

Yo, how many times I gotta tell ya to stop calling me that?! And my voice ain't bad, yo! At least people can understand me!

[skullphones]

And how many times I gotta tell you that it won't make a difference? [He places a hand on his heart.] You'll always be ickle Freshmeat to me.

[whodaman]

Ickle?! [RRRRRRRRRRRRR]

Yo, what's that supposed to mean?! You're not even the oldest!

[skullphones]

[Beat assumes the air and posture of a teacher with an exceptionally large stick up her ass.] True, Yoyo. But you forget one thing... [He walks over and sets a hand on Yoyo's head, suddenly grinning like a maniac again.] ...I'm older than you.

[whodaman]

[Now he's half flailing and half pushing Beat's hand off his head.]

So what?! [And the next part he says without many spaces in between to take a breath.] That doesn't make you the boss of me or anything, and it doesn't make you any better at skating or tagging neither so you can stop calling me Freshmeat already!!

[feeltherhythm]

Well, that sounds like something my mun's having problems with too. The not being able to put our games down and the music, I mean.

[fuck, why can't I hold all these SEGA games?]

Though I'm not sure what to say about 'annoying voice'. [says the kid with the American accent in the middle of Paris]

[whodaman]

[One day, you can hold all the SEGA games. One day.]

Yo, it's good music, right? [He's even doing kind of a little dance in place. On skates.] Don't fix what isn't broken.

It's crap is what it is, yo! I'm no fancy pop singer, but at least I'm not some crazy dog like Rokkaku!

[feeltherhythm]

[in the far flung future]

It's no fun if you can't dance along with the music. [well, Raphael's impressed(?)]

I've heard 'bout him. But then mun mentions something about the schizo accents in my game so I guess we're both stuck with complaints, huh? You sound like any other guy to me.

[probably because Raphael hasn't had to deal with Yoyo for very long. hahaha]

[whodaman]

Exactly! You got it! [At least someone does!!]

Rokkaku? Yo, he's just flat crazy. You think your accents are schizo, you should'a seen his Rokkaku Expo. Less of an expo and more of a rave gone bad.

Everyone around me talks normal at lest, so you got me there!

[Don't worry, give it awhile and everyone'll get sick of him eventually.]

[skullphones]

Whoa, shh, shh. [He continues to pet Yoyo in mock sympathy.] It's okay, little freshmeat. Nobody's gonna treat you differently here just because you're not as good as me.

[whodaman]

[WOW BEAT WOW a bit more flailing and he coasts backwards a bit to get out from under Beat's hand.]

Hmph! You think you're all that, but you're only a little better than the deadbeat losers around here, yo. If I were you, I'd be more worried about them putting a rock in my wheels.

[feeltherhythm]

I figured that was just a given.

[the new kid on the block fails to see the connection between accents and an Expo, but okay, w/e] Can't say I really see where you're coming from... Either way, I'm guessing it was probably one hell of a trip.

Viola! At least you don't have to deal with your mun laughing herself silly every time someone opens their mouth in your game.

[... /repeats the same three voice clips a million times]

[whodaman]

[Don't worry newbie, no one ever understand where the GGs are coming from.]

You can be sure of that! Weird robots, and clones and towers; trust me, you'd be glad you missed it.

Laughing? Yo, what's up with that? Don't they even appreciate the sweet deets from DJ Professor K?

[skullphones]

If I were you, I'd already be pickin' 'em out.

[whodaman]

If that's true, you'd be a way more lame me, yo. My wheels are clean and the best there are.

[feeltherhythm]

[except for people from that there Dreamcast era, amirite?]

Oh, wow. I know you just said that if it wasn't broken the you shouldn't fix it but... Weird robots and towers? Sounds awfully familiar...

I meant in my game. Never gives us a break. "Why the British accent in a child that has apparently grown up in Paris, France?" and all that. [a pause] Though that DJ Professor K was quite a character from what I've heard.

[skullphones]

Huh, oh, what's that I hear? [Pause.] ...My god, is it? It is! The call of an unbridled piece of bullshit!

[Another word he picked up from Corn's monologuing.]

[whodaman]

[And what a good era it was!]

Yo, seriously? What do you know about 'em? Back in Tokyo we had a whole other gang of robots that were backed by Rokkaku.

[Well he has certainly never heard a British accent, soooo] Man, screw that! All us rudies talk differently from the rest of 'em, so I say embrace it, yo.

DJ Professor K's the pioneer of Jet Set Radio, yo! He always knows what's up with the cops and the best tunes to play.

[whodaman]

[Well!!!]

Maybe if you took the shishkabobs outta your ears, you'd be able to hear someone besides you and your own ego, yo.

[He pointed both fingers up at his own ears, twirling them in circles a bit to mimic Beat's silly headphones.]

[feeltherhythm]

[Those were the days]

We had something like that crop up in Paris too. Though I don't think the Rokkaku group had anything to do with it in my case. [spoilers? Spoilers!]

[laugh] That's one way to put it. Such is life. And I get this feeling I'm becoming acquainted with why you're called 'Yoyo'...

[whodaman]

I wouldn't be surprised if they did, dude. He's got a real obsession of making weird replicas of the cool guys, yo. [Eeeeegooooo?] What's the deal with Paris then?

[....] Everyone always says that. [And he sighed. CAN'T IMAGINE WHY--] Yeah, some of my old pals gave me that name before I joined up with the GGs.

[skullphones]

And maybe if you stopped dyeing your hair bright green, you wouldn't get so much gunk seeping into your brain. [He raps his knuckles on his own skull.]

[feeltherhythm]

And now that we're thinking about it, I don't think mun can stop. What are the chances? [laugh] Normally, there'd be a line here that sounds a bit like "you wouldn't believe me if I told you" but considering what you've been through...

Something about a guy who died coming back after 200 years to 'claim what is rightfully his'. Wacky hijinks ensued.

So it's a nickname?

[whodaman]

[YO DON'T DISS THE HAIR]

Maybe if you removed the bug eyes, you could actually see what was next to you. [He makes circles with his forefinger and thumb, holding them in front of his...own, glasses.]

[whodaman]

[For a minute he looks like he's gonna doubt him, buuuuut....]

Hah! Sounds like a real whack job, yo. Doubt you can own anything after you've been eating dirt for two hundred years!

Yeah! Every rudie worth their salt's got a tag alias, yo. No one uses their real names.

[skullphones]

And maybe if you wore glasses that were more than half an inch of lens, you'd be able to see at all! [In contrast, Beat pinches his fingers together in front of his goggles, apparently trying to illustrate Yoyo's awful choice of eyewear.]

[feeltherhythm]

To be fair, he was in a casket above ground at Les Invalides for 150 of those years. [shrugs]

I see. I suppose it's better to use an alias than your real name when you're on the streets doing potentially questionable things.

[stealing, vandalism, random acts of trolling the police force. Yep]

[whodaman]

Yo, I can see just fine; I can see more of your stupid face than I need to, that's for sure!

[whodaman]

[hm you sure said some fancy french words that he doesn't know]

Did they forget to bury him after his funeral or something?

Hah, that'd only matter if they were actually able to catch us, yo! But you've got a point!

[skullphones]

My face is beautiful.

Yours, on the other hand...

[whodaman]

If that's what helps you sleep at night, I won't tell ya the truth!

[feeltherhythm]

[he's from Paris, just be glad there's no accent.

Smirk] I'll spare you the history lesson but he got moved to a tomb above ground.

[then he laughs] Sounds like your police force is almost as intimidating as the constables I know. Which isn't very much.

[fffffffff still using only three icons because drawn icons. I can't--- /faceinhands]

[skullphones]

...Yoyo. Yoyo, no. That was really weak. I'm sorry.

[whodaman]

Say what you want, yo-- Just don't look in a mirror~. I mean if you can avoid it, I mean. Even the Love Shockers say you look like a creep.

[wow you are a lying little liar]

[whodaman]

What'd they do that for?

[And he laughs too!] Haha, nah, they're total pussies! Sounds like no matter where they are, the cops are totally out of it, yo.

[IT'S OK, I BELIEVE IN YOOOOUUU]

[feeltherhythm]

[he shakes his head before reaching up to fix his hat] It has a lot to do with Paris history and a lot to do with being famous... In a nutshell.

[he looks at the skates Yoyo wears... and can't help but wonder;] So is there a roller skate brigade where you're from? Or was that just something put into my game to reference as many franchises as possible.

[dkas;glkdsfjl //////////]

[skullphones]

Sure they weren't talking about you?

[He does not doubt it for a second. Beat is the most self-aware creep on the planet.]