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Failure #5 - Florida Guyman Three vote difference (2-5-3)
I thought he'd lose a lot sooner. Similar to Diamond, he's arrogant and self-absorbed, though he can be nicer to people at times. I hate him so much so I won't talk about him anymore.
Results! LR2 M1 - I ALWAYS COME BACK
BLUE?: Game!
BLUE?: This rounds winner is...
LR2 M1 - I ALWAYS COME BACK
What's your opinion? Vote now: FLORIDA GUYMAN, AZUREKYU, GOOBER...
SCRATCH: Ugh... BLUE?: Wow, you look awful! AZURE: Kyu... FLORIDA: What's up? Did ya not get enough sleep? SCRATCH: Mhm... BLUE?: I have the perfect solution!
[Not BlueEngland tosses a bucket of water onto her. It's cold, just like their soul.]
SCRATCH: Agh!! AZURE: Kyu!!! BLUE?: Now we can start! BLUE?: Everything is set up and ready, just head into the room and try not to die! FLORIDA: Yeah, let's do it- FLORIDA: Wait, die?
[Not BlueEngland shoves the three of them into the battle room.]
BLUE?: Have fun!
FLORIDA: Gh! GOOBER: HELLO there welCOME to my SPECIAL FIGHTING ROOM
[It was hot, everything was on fire. Goober looked like they were dripping. It was gross and very uncomfortable to look at.]
SCRATCH: O-oh Arceus... FLORIDA: Goober? Are you okay? GOOBER: I'M FINE. GOOBER: hello SCRATCH thAnks for MAKING ME LOSE BEFORE SCRATCH: I- I'm sorry! FLORIDA: Don't apologise to him. FLORIDA: We need to destroy him. FLORIDA: Show him why he lost. SCRATCH: B- but... SCRATCH: It's my fault he's...
[Azure slaps her with his... shadowy... claw... hand thing? I don't know pokémon biology.]
FLORIDA: Are you ready?
[Scratch looks unsure, before giving a heavy nod.]
FLORIDA: Good. FLORIDA: Goober, your ass is mine! GOOBER: TRY ME WATERWATCHER SCRATCH: A- Azure, go! AZURE: Kyu kyu!
Results! WR1 M4 BOSS - Florida & Copy VS OwOball
FLORIDA & COPY: 57.1% (4 Votes) OWOBALL: 42.9% (3 Votes) RESULT: VICTORY!
BLUE?: Game!
BLUE?: This round's winner is...
WR1 M4 - Florida Guyman VS Copy Counter
What's your opinion? Vote now: FLORIDA GUYMAN, COPY COUNTER...
What's your opinion? Vote now: FLORIDA & COPY, OWOBALL...
THE MASKED: LEMME AT 'EM! BLUE?: Now, now, you'll get your turn eventually. BLUE?: Unless Florida doesn't get inside the battle room in the next ten seconds.
[Florida Guyman quickly runs inside the battle room, tripping over Copy.]
BLUE?: Perfect! BLUE?: Have fun!
[Blue? shuts the door, the room transforming.]
FLORIDA: A beach? FLORIDA: This'll be fun! COPY: (0_0) FLORIDA: What, afraid of a little sand? FLORIDA: Come on!
[Florida drags Copy off the wall it was placed on, though he's stopped by a mysterious figure.]
OWOBALL: Hey, no being rude to the little guy!
[Florida gets kicked, then punched, then tossed into the sand... ooh, then he gets sand shoveled into his mouth!]
FLORIDA: Hey, stop that! OWOBALL: Nuh uh!
[OwOball buries him in the sand.]
OWOBALL: Hey ooze thing, want some ice cream? COPY: ^‿^
[OwOball takes Copy away, leaving Florida stuck in the beach.]
FLORIDA: Ugh. FLORIDA: 'Least it's nice out here.
FLORIDA: Tell me what you're hiding! BLITZ: GET OFF!!! BLITZ: Get off me get off me get off!!
[Blitz kicks Florida in the face. He stumbles backwards onto the floor, dropping her.]
BLITZ: W- w- woah!
[She falls into the ocean...]
BLITZ: Help!! FLORIDA: Oh- FLORIDA: I'll- I'll- BLUE?: What seems to be going on here? FLORIDA: Nothing! FLORIDA: N- nothing at all. BLUE?: Mhm. BLUE?: That's why Blitz is in the ocean? BLUE?: I'll get her out.
[Blitz floats up into the air and is brought back onto the ship.]
BLUE?: There... BLITZ: T- thank you... FLORIDA: Great, now we can continue what we were doing! BLUE?: No you won't. FLORIDA: Huh? BLUE?: You. Won't. BLUE?: Now leave. FLORIDA: I- FLORIDA: What did she do to the losers! BLITZ: I didn't do anything! FLORIDA: Liar! FLORIDA: They're all missing, and you won't talk about it! FLORIDA: Clearly- BLUE?: They're right here...
[BURNING MAN, MAIN CHARACTER, THE MASKED, and THE PUPPET appear suddenly.]
THE MASKED: Ah, we're out. MAIN CHARACTER: Finally! MAIN CHARACTER: Ugh, that was awful! MAIN CHARACTER: I need to... do something! BURNING MAN: WHERE.... Where is SCOMM... BLUE?: He's in a match right now. BURNING MAN: I NEED TO BUNR HIM!! BURNING MAN: hedeserves it for what he did to mEEE BLUE?: Don't worry, you'll get to him in due time. THE PUPPET: ... BLUE?: A quiet one, huh? THE MASKED: She only talks when you talk to her. THE MASKED: It's a bit creepy, but who am I to judge? BLUE?: Mhm. FLORIDA: What... what is this...? FLORIDA: What did you do!? BLUE?: Nothing, nothing. BLUE?: I just... BLUE?: Pushed them a bit. BLUE?: Gave them a few toys... BLITZ: S- see? That's nice, isn't it?
[Florida Guyman takes a few steps back.]
FLORIDA: You're a monster!
[And he runs away.]
BLUE?: Sigh. BLUE?: Some people...
COPY-CAT: Welcome to the meeting everyone! COPY-CAT: We're going to be discussing why the losers have disappeared. COPY-CAT: Who wants to go first? FLORIDA: Yeah, where's Med-Kit? COPY-CAT: Busy helping Hallowland. COPY-CAT: Seemed important, and I'm not gonna be chasing someone down for this. COPY-CAT: Anyone have anything else? SCRATCH: Um, well... SCRATCH: As someone who was a part of the losers round... SCRATCH: Blue was acting very weird. COPY-CAT: I think we already know that... FLORIDA: Get the other losers in here! COPY-CAT: Well I can't even find Jay. COPY-CAT: Blitz won't talk to me at all about it. COPY-CAT: And- FLORIDA: She's hiding something! COPY-CAT: Mr Guyman, respectfull- FLORIDA: If you don't want to get to the bottom of this I will!
[Florida steps up from his chair.]
FLORIDA: If ya wanna actually help, do something. FLORIDA: I won't sit around and wait.
[He leaves, shutting the door behind him.]
COPY-CAT: Sigh. SCRATCH: M- maybe he's right... SCRATCH: I mean... SCRATCH: If she didn't know anything she wouldn't be so afraid of talking about it, right? SCRATCH: ...mm.
SCOAM: Hello there good sir! SCOAM: May I purchase one of your finest fireworks? FLORIDA: That's my job! FLORIDA: How many? SCOAM: All of them. FLORIDA: Alright, sixty four boxes of fireworks coming right up!
[Florida Guyman begins to hand the fireworks to SCOAM who manages to fit them all in his non-existant pockets. Damn comedy characters and their breaking of the natural order.]
SCOAM: Pleasure doing buisiness with you! FLORIDA: Same here, tiny man.
[SCOAM walks away from Florida Guyman's Florida Fireworks™]
SCOAM: Sky clear, nobody around. SCOAM: Perfect place to test these bad boys! SCOAM: Light, Rocket, Action-
[The firework goes off into the sky, exploding into a stunning array of colours.]
SCOAM: That's a lotta damage! SCOAM: Now to Copy-Cat's room!
[He runs off, though a little green Med-Kit saw everything...]
MED-KIT: Florida! FLORIDA: Guyman! MED-KIT: Right, sorry. MED-KIT: But I need your help!! FLORIDA: Stand's closed, nothin' I can do. MED-KIT: ...Do you know where SCOAM's fireworks came from? FLORIDA: Oh.
[The neon sign continues to be lit.]
FLORIDA: No. MED-KIT: Aw... MED-KIT: Well you still need to help! MED-KIT: I know you can, you have a firework stand and everything! FLORIDA: I wanted to go surfing actually- MED-KIT: SCOAM's going to blow up the ship!! FLORIDA: Fine, I'll help! MED-KIT: Thank you!
[Med-Kit dragged Florida Guyman to Copy-Cat's room, inside SCOAM was preparing to light all the fireworks.
SCOAM: Muahahaha!! SCOAM: He'll think twice about not getting me a coffee next time! MED-KIT: There he is! MED-KIT: Florida Guyman, use your special move! FLORIDA: What? MED-KIT: Hit him. FLORIDA: Can do!
[Florida kicked SCOAM across the room.]
SCOAM: Ow! FLORIDA: Yeah! SCOAM: You... you didn't account for one thing... SCOAM: Go remote control li-
[A laser blast fries SCOAM, destroying the little box of matches he was holding.]
COPY-CAT: Ugh. COPY-CAT: I thought this would've been a break from his antics, but nooo he always has to do this. COPY-CAT: Thanks for helping guys, have a discount voucher. SCOAM: What the hell! COPY-CAT: Shut up or I'll shoot you with it again! COPY-CAT: I'm not in the mood for this stuff ever let alone right now! COPY-CAT: Thanks again, gotta rush though, still trying to figure out why Jake and Goober never came back.
[Copy-Cat leaves, Med-Kit looking relieved.]
SCOAM: Can I at least get a refund for the fireworks? FLORIDA: No refunds. SCOAM: I HATE YOU.
