Story/Night 1-2 (Part2)/Script
[...Arrived at the second check point.]
MP5: Um... Is anyone here?
P7: Oh, it's MP5! Welcome!
MP5: Hello, Miss P7.
P7: Hello, hello. It must've have been a tough journey for you! Come sit down and have some snacks!
MP5: Oh... Th-Thank you...
Pffft!!
Th-This tastes like...!
P7: Hahaha! This is my special made pie!
MP5: Stop pulling my leg. I have eaten a lot of pies and none of them tasted like this!
P7: Tee-hee. This is a recipe I learned from Miss 56-1. It's a local specialty from her homeland.
An exquisite delicacy with five types of nuts, only eaten on a particularly full moon every year.
MP5: So what are the five types of nuts...in this pastry?
P7: Well... I've forgotten the recipe, so I just made do with five types of pepper and some cheese powder.
MP5: Hold on. Pepper is not even a kind of nut!
And...why does the cheese powder taste like strawberries?!
P7: Well...56-1 said I needed to add something called "rock sugar".
I don't know what that is, so I just threw in some strawberry ice cream.
It was the last scoop, too. I spent an awful lot of effort to 'serve' you, you know!
MP5: (Whimpers) ...P7 really is a prankster.
But...I still have a job to do. I cannot let my emotions take over.
Here are some supplies from Miss G36. A large can of iced juice.
P7: Humph. It's red. Tomato juice?
G36 is trying to make me drink that horrid stuff again. Like I'd fall for it.
Do not worry. I have a straw here. Just take a little sip. You can turn it down if you really don't like it.
Hmm. All right, just a sip...
Pffft!! W-What the heck is this?!
Cough! That's not tomato juice! It's something even worse! My throat!
MP5: She is actually rolling on the ground. It looks very effective.
This is vegetable juice squeezed from a kind of super spicy chilly called 'viper'[1]. Just a sip has the effect of a tear gas grenade.
Miss G36 said to let you drink it if you prank me with weird things.
P7: How could you do this to me?! That's so mean! I'm tearing up like mad!
MP5: She also said to give you the iced tomato juice if you behave. I can let you have it right now if you want.
P7: Don't even think about making me drink that gross stuff! I want ice cream! Strawberry ice cream!
MP5: Have you forgotten? You used up the last scoop to prank me.
P7: (Sobs) How did this happen...?
MP5: That is the recon report on the desk, right? Mission accomplished. I shall take my leave.
P7: Wait! Cough... Please hold on a sec! MP5! Big Sis MP5!
(Sobs) T-Tomato juice...please...
