As if they were members of her family, Misa is seated between them. He couldn't believe what was happening when he laid eyes on her.
"Heeeey, what the f*ck is going on in here?" the realist exclaimed as he pulled out his pistol.
Guards armed with M4s rush in and aim them at him as the entire building goes into a frenzy.
"No, don't—he is my friend," Misa adamantly stated. Hi, Chris! See, these are my relatives.
"She is my mother," she said, introducing him to everyone. She also introduced her brother and her three sisters.
She also introduces him to her fiancé.
Realist tells her, I want to talk to you in private.
A few steps away they go… "You don't think something is fishy here"
"No, it's my family," Misa retorted.
"Shut the f*ck up, we got no family; snap out of it. Simon and Jimmy are lying unconscious as we are talking; they were sliced by that f*cking Ronin, and you think these people are your family."
"Mr. Realist!" the clown yelled out, cutting them off. Hahahaha, I was just waiting for you. Come on, let's have a seat.
Sitting down together, they listen as the clown explains that Misa is his daughter, and that she was abducted when she was just three years old. As a result, he is dispatching men across Japan to locate her.
"I am greatly ashamed of what happened. The men who tried to kill you and kidnapped Misa were my men. I mean, they took her back to her home." The clown said.
Realist interrupted and said, "What the f*ck you say?"
As the clown is about to speak.
"Not you, Misa. What did you say?" a realist said.
I said, What? Misa asked.
"About marriage," the realist said.
"Yeah, regarding that," Misa remarked. I am engaged to Toophor.
"Two, four? What kind of name is that?" Realist said.
"It is Toophor," Misa said.
"Tomato, toma(h)to, same thing. Why would you agree to such a thing like that?" Realist said.
Why? Because he's my cousin and I like him, Misa explained.
"I can understand that, but you can't marry anyone out of the blue. Whhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat? He issssssss yourrrrrr cousin," Realist said in shock.
"Why are you so shocked?" Misa asked. It's a tradition… The two of us will be wed soon, Toophor and I.
"Today is the first time that I am glad that my father is dead. The fact that he doesn't have to see this makes me proud, like, What the f*ck Sweet Home Alabama, baby?" Realist said.
Misa counters with, "You got a problem with anything? Oh, don't do that. Why do you say that about what the readers say? I think you shouldn't do that. F*ck the readers and f*ck your thinking. You think you are the one and only Messiah, and you know everything, and what you say is the absolute truth."
Realist responded, "Yeah, I believe so. The novel is titled The Realist, not The Misaiast or Gaysaw Man."
"Here we go again… My father is a billionaire, so I will request him for your brain treatment." Misa remarked:
"Who the f*ck is your father?" a realist asked.
"Who do you believe my dad is?" Misa asked.
"The clown is not your father; he is the clown," a realist said.
"Be careful with your language, kid," the clown warned.
"Look at your cousin," the realist said.
"My fiancé," Misa proclaimed.
"He looks like the evil version of that cook in the pirate cartoon." Realist said, "
"Three o'clock," Misa announced.
"His evil version," the realist said.
Misa asserted, "Toophor is not a pervert."
"I don't mind if he is, but he definitely looks like one," Realist said.
"Dude, don't disrespect me like that; I actually like rivals." Toophor was admonished.
"A person can disrespect a respectful person," Realist said,
"What is meant by that?" Toophor, asked concernedly. "
"I understand your concern for your friend, but before she is your friend, she is my daughter," Clown said, interrupting a realist who was about to reply.
To which the realist responded, "Okay, but."
Laughing, the clown said, "Let's not bring up buts; please, come sit down and have some tea."
Despite taking a seat, the realist remains untrusting of the clown and everyone else. As Misa stands in the corner, he patiently waits for the perfect moment to approach her, takes her hand, and gently pulls her to one side.
It appears like these people are acting; something is amiss, the realist warned, so "Listen to me carefully."
There would be no need to be concerned, Misa assured.
"Why don't you get it? He told Ronin to murder me," the realist asked.
"My father would never do anything like that," Misa said, "so he couldn't do it." According to her, "But if Ronin tries to kill you, it's his fault."
You can't call him your father, the realist said.
"I am going to ask Father," Misa stated.
"Wait, Misa," the realist said.
Hurkul grabbed the realist. "Where are you headed, young man?" Hurkul asked.
Hurkul is extremely powerful; his grip is known as the "death hold." Nobody can break free from his grip. You are dead if he grabs you.
Subsequently, Hurkul led him to the basement and had him bound to a chair. Then Toophor enters the room.
"That elderly gentleman you behold outside is not the clown; I, Toophor, am the clown. The elderly gentleman is confused about his identity and is actually her biological father. However, do you believe that I am her cousin? Heheheheheh ooooooooohehehe. "Toophor asked.
"That's one of the gayest laughs I ever heard, and I don't understand why you're getting married to Misa; why don't you just let Hurkul f*ck you already?" the realist remarked.
No, Hurkul insisted; Ronin had promised to let me kiss him if I eliminated the realist.
"Aaaahhahahaaahhhhhaaaaahhahahah bro. I mean, broooo, come on… "That's, That's gay." Realist, said while laughing.
"What if I told Hurkul to F*ck you?" "How about it, huuuuuuuuuhhhhh?" "Would you like it?" Clown (Toophor) said,
"F*ck you"—you gay little p*ssy, the realist said.
"Hehehehehe, ok, let's talk business.… So the seer told me that if I marry Misa and eat our first kid, I will become the invincible," the clown said.
"More like goonvincible," remarked the realist.
"Don't torture him, kill him," the clown said, "but don't make too much noise."
Hurkul looks at the realist as the clown storms out of the room. Realist realizes that he is f*cked up.
"Hey, big gay dude, don't do that. I know a handsome dude who would respectfully f*ck you. Yeah, I think that's right. They'll be gay for you just like you are gay for them. Well, I think you get the point," the realist said.
"Ronin assured me he will allow me to kiss him," Hurkul said.
The realist replied, "He's lying, you gay fuckwit. He'll never let you f*ck him in the ass; that would kill him, you gigantic fat f*ck."
In an attempt to crush him, Hurkul steps on his head, but the realist rollback crushes his feet along with the ropes.
His body regenerated, and he then delivered a forceful punch to his Hurkul's face.
As his realist hand was totally broken, Hurkul gave him the look of someone who had just been hit in the face by a piece of paper.
The realist decides to kick Hurkul in the nuts, but the impact breaks his leg and his foot, leaving him entangled in Hurkul's ass like a woman's underwear.
As Hurkul prepared to block Realist's punch, Realist snatched him up, slammed him down, sat on his head, and continued to punch him in the face, leaving no visible marks.
Hurkul seizes his free hand and delivers a powerful punch to the chest, causing him to lose control of his right hand and leave it in Hurkul's left.
Hurkul rises to his feet and sprints over to the realist, grabbing his head and yanking it off.
As the realist's head is about to pop.
Realist hears someone knocking on the window in the ceiling, which has steel bars, as he looks up. The unknown man he always saw was staring at him.
10 minutes later...
As soon as the clown approaches, he unlocks the door. Have you completed it?
He witnessed the realist standing tall while Hurkul lay dead. Beaten to death by stones.
Realist killed him with bricks and stones. Crucifies him to death. There were hand crawling blood hands printed on the wall like someone was trying to escape.
"I never saw something like that or someone like that," the realist said.
"Your fate will be the same as this fat, gay, retarded bum."