He stood up, cracked his neck, and walked toward the exit.
“That’s the parody,” Kiki grinned. “You’ll be Rambone: Dreamzone Parody Edition . We’ll edit you into a musical montage whether you like it or not.”
Before he could refuse, the floor dropped. He fell through a kaleidoscope of SP’s greatest hits: a K-drama rain scene, a zombie dance practice, a cooking competition where the judges were sentient memes. He landed in a pastel mall that stretched to infinity. Mannequins danced the Macarena. The sky was a Jumbotron playing old reality show confessionals on loop. Rambone XXX- A Dreamzone Parody -NEW 2014- -Spl...
Rambone punched the shark. It exploded into glitter and sad piano music.
“Fine,” he rasped. “But you’ll regret it.” He stood up, cracked his neck, and walked toward the exit
“Rambone,” one said tearfully, “you never listened.”
The orb dodged. “Nice try! But I’m powered by audience engagement. You want out? Give them a moment . A ballad. A slow-motion cry.” We’ll edit you into a musical montage whether
“I don’t hug.”