Setting
A bustling seaside city. Cargo ships come and go here. It's also an ideal place for the wealthy to call home.
"Take it easy, now," one of the officers told Ekiyu. "We'll figure out who did this sooner or later."
"Best to make it sooner." Jagger had just arrived on the scene.
"Ah - ! Private Herz," the officer said, shaking hands with Jagger.
"Herz...?" Ekiyu's attention was piqued to his name - Zenmei mentioned a Jagger Herz among the group at the Bell Tower.
Jagger went over to the bullet. "So this is what struck Zenmei down?"
"Hu...? Oh! Y...Yes, it is," Ekiyu replied.
"Right. I'll figure its composition by tomorrow morning," he said, collecting the bullet in a small evidence bag. By now, the crew on the roof found the rifle that was left there. They'll figure its origin by tomorrow as well.
"Thank you..." Ekiyu said to Jagger.
"..." Jagger merely nodded in response. He couldn't shake this fearful feeling that the incident has given him...In any case, he went back to his place in Shafton City, while Ekiyu was given a ride home to Tracgam by the police.
"My darling Janice, I have a terrible confession to make... I may have---"
"No, Lance... I already know your terrible secret.
"What-- how...?! How do you know?"
"You posted a tweet on your twitter account! Your fourth leg is growing! Oh, I am so sorry Lance... but I cannot love you anymore with that... fourth.. leg..."
No, it's not Regular Show. That's crappy television and so is Uncle Grandpa.
"Are you tired of math? Are you suicidal? Look no further because we have the antidote just for you! Introducing a new revolutionary way to kill yourself! It's called "DividabaiZ--"
Suddenly, an electric orb crashes through the ceiling and destroys the TV and sends Alex flying into the wall.
"KOSEKI!" shouted Alex, storming out of his house.
"Oh hey," said Alex. "TV's back there. What's left of it, anyway."
The TV is in several broken, sparking parts that children probably should go nowhere near.
"Koseki?" Calvin called him as he is unable to fix the broken tv with all the sparks flying about, "I can't touch this... Oh, it's no use. It's probably unfixable right now."
"Oh, hang on. I got this~" Koseki places his hand on the broken tv set and absorbs the sparks. Calvin look surprised that Koseki has the power to store electricity... Or better yet, have the powers of electricity.
"HOW..?! THAT'S...."
"Pretty cool, huh?"
"Yeah.. Right." Calvin coughed as he calmed down, "I suppose I can start working on this. This will only take a moment." He approached the tv set and took out his tools to repair the TV set. This will take a few minutes.
"As I was saying..." Koseki looks at Alex with concern, "You really don't look so good... Would you mind if you lay off the beers from now on?"
"Need to tweak it there.... okay..... and..." *snap* Calvin groaned, "No.. that's not it... wait." He looks behind, "Who is Thurston?"
"I don't know, his on-and-off roommate? I don't know him too well."
"Hmm.. okay..." Calvin is working on the kinks, "Let's see here...." He's finishing up the set, and he smiled about it. "Eureka! I'm done!"
"Really?!"
Koseki checks on the TV set. Calvin successfully repaired the TV set for Alex. It won't be done until Koseki plugs it in the socket while Calvin turns it on.
"Issac Newton's apples!" Calvin cried with glee, "It worked! Mr. Alex, your TV set is repaired."
"You can fix TV sets?!" Koseki was shocked, "Man.. you're really good with technology."
"Thanks~ I learned that from my dad."
"Your... dad?"
"Well.. we'll talk about it later. Let's see Mr. Alex's reaction."
Koseki stood there and looked at Alex's condition. "Maybe we should leave him alone. He had a bad day I suppose." He said, and he felt sorry for Alex.
"You sure?"
"Yeah. He looks so miserable. The last time I saw him he was usually grumpy, and yet he was mostly positive. Now look at him..."
"Hmm... Well, I'll see you back home then."
Calvin leaves Alex's home, leaving the worried Koseki behind to show his pity for hiss mentor. In fact, Koseki doesn't like to see his mentor feel like crap.
Crunch Piledriver, the leader of the Noname Gang, is getting his friends together to start unpacking and moving things in the house. "Hey guys!" he shouted, "Start unpacking! We got things to move in and those things don't move themselves." His friends are bringing the stuff from the moving truck to the house. Kremlouie the Alligator is bringing his technical equipment into the house, Gumble Ze Goomba is bringing his strange belongings in, and Hazel-Naut is bringing his nutty collection to his own room. As for Crunch, he is bringing his bringing his training equipment in his own room.
"Done done." Gumble spoke, "Me so happy~"
"I don't like the interior designs by the way." Kremlouie commented, "Are you sure this is the--"
"Of course I'm sure, Lou. This house is perfect! It's a house for four of us!" Crunch smiled widly, "Come on, give this house a chance. When was the last time we lived in a house with dangerous contraptions?"
Meanwhile, the Noname Gang hears a boom from Alex's house.
"Whooooaa! Did you hear something?" Hazel-Naut asked.
"I'm gonna guess our neighbor is watching the Boom-Boom Channel." Kremlouie assumed.
"The Boom-Boom Channel?"
"24/7 Bomb Marathon."
"Boom boom." Gumble commented.
"Exactly."
No wait, scratch that - the sheer multitude of bombs in Alex's house cause the whole thing to explode into nothing but splinters and broken parts. Thanks Obama.