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It was a typical lazy Sunday for the Demi-Fiend, he sat on his couch halfway through his second playthrough of Metal Gear Solid 4 when he heard a knock at the door. He paused the cutscene to check who it was. As he looked out the side window he spied a small package on the ground, at this he hurriedly opened the door and scooped up the package. He wasted no time tearing it apart to reveal a brand new copy of Shin Megami Tensei II!
"Yes!" Thought The Demi-Fiend, "Finally, I'll be able to play this gem!"
He set it aside for later as he slipped his shoes on to go check his mailbox.

It was a cold February morning outside and The Demi-Fiend made short work of the distance between his house and the mailbox. He picked up the mail and flipped through it on the way back.
"Hmm... bills, bills, a letter from Aleph? Huh, better tell him that I got his game." The Demi-Fiend thought to himself "ANOTHER letter from Derrick Styles. Aaaaand some advertisements."
As he stepped inside he had just set the advertisements down to be thrown out when something about them caught his eye. He looked again and in the back of the advertisements page was...
"Yes!" The Demi-Fiend exclaimed, "Coupons!"
Not just any coupons, coupons for Bojangles.
"I know where I'm going for lunch today!" He said, excitedly.

He pulled on his jacket despite the fact that he never wears a shirt and headed outside. The air had warmed up a bit as he got into his car and headed out. The drive was not that far but too far to walk and soon enough he pulled into the Bojangles parking lot. He exited his car and walked into the restaurant, as he entered he wad greeted by a line. Guess other people had the same idea as him. He waited in line for a bit before noticing something about the guy in front of him. He recognized his jacket it was a Buzz Rickson's WW2 replica jacket. There was only one person in the world who he knew would wear Buzz Rickson's. He tapped on the man's shoulder and he quickly turned around. He was wearing dark glasses and had messy hair.

"Hey, uh. Are you the guy who does the Action Button Reviews?" The Demi-Fiend asked.
"*Hello* and welcome back to Bojangles!" The man responded "*I'm* Tim Rogers, I was born stupid, however I will not die hungry."
"Oh my YHVH!" The Demi-Fiend exclaimed, "I'm a huge fan, dude! Let me buy you lunch!"
"Sure. That sounds good." Tim responded.
By the time they were done talking they had reached the front of the line.
"Hee-how may I take your order?" The employee asked.
The Demi-Fiend snapped his attention to the worker. It immediately clear to him that what he was seeing was a Jack Frost dressed as a Bojangles employee standing on a step stool to take his order.
"B-ho-jangles...?" The Demi-Fiend replied, slightly dumbfounded.
"Yeah? Got a problem with that hee-ho?" The small little creature shot back.
"Yeah, I'll just have a 3-piece Supremes dinner." Tim said, ignoring their demonic altercation.
"I-I'll have that as well." The Demi-Fiend followed up.
"Sweet tea?" B-ho-jangles asked.
"Yeah." Our intrepid heroes responded in unison.

They got their food and sat down at a table.
"So how do you do it?" The Demi-Fiend asked, sipping on his drink
"Well, it usually starts by writing a script." Tim responded, pausing to take a bite of his biscuit, "and then I go to Indiana to film it."
"I see... that makes so much more sense now." The Demi-Fiend responded, nodding his head.
Suddenly the door flew open. It smashed against the wall with a loud thud and of all people to walk in...

"Hello Demi-Fiend, Tim." The massive winged being said, smirking (Like in SMTIV)
"The hell do you want, Lucifer?" The Demi-Fiend chided.
"I just noticed you two morons were in here enjoying lunch and I thought I'd say hello." Said Lucifer even more smarmily(?)
"If I wanted to talk to the devil I'd go to Atlus HQ, now get the hell out of here before I send you back there myself." The Demi-Fiend snapped sharply, returning his attention to his meal.
"Okay wow, that one was pretty good." Lucifer responded "No but seriously what the heck man that was rude."
"You're literally the devil and you called us morons like five seconds ago." The Demi-Fiend said, chomping on his chicken "I'm just trying to have lunch with my boy Tim Rogers. Why you gotta be here harshing my buzz?"

Tim stood up.
"Alright, this is getting decently annoying." He said getting up from his chair. He walked over to Lucifer and reeled back. He cracked the demon so hard across the face that he instantly flew out the window and past the horizon.
"Now, where were we?" Tim asked, taking a seat again.

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The pair returned to their meal.
"Hey man, you want this chicken?" Tim asked, handing it over to the Demi Fiend. "The author forgot I was vegetarian."
"Yeah man, thanks. That guy is an idiot anyways." the Demi Fiend said, taking the chicken. "Hey, I've been meaning to ask, where do you get all your cool clothes, I mean that stuff has got to be all vintage, right?"
"No, uhhh, it's a clothing brand, Buzz Ricksons." He replied as he picked up a fry. "I have a section in my Cyberpunk video about it."
"Oh, I guess I didn't pick that section to watch." the Demi Fiend said as he finished his chicken.
"They're replicas of WWII clothing made to the exact specifications that they were originally made." He elaborated. "They're incredibly high quality."
"Sounds like it." the Demi Fiend replied as Tim finished up his fries. Just then the door sounded once again as two big guys carrying guitars walked into the restaurant. One was slightly taller than the other and had dark hair and a goatee, while the older was bald on the top of his head, and a bit shorter. They scanned the patronage of the restaurant before locking onto the two at the table.
"Hey..." the Demi Fiend said as the two started towards their table. "Is that Jack Black?"
"Yo, Tim." The dark haired man said. "What's going on brother?" Tim turned around to face the man.
"Hey, JB." Tim said "Kage, nice."
"Look man, someone just threw the Devil at us from inside this Bojangles." JB said, eyeing the Demi Fiend. "Would you happen to know anything about that?" the Demi Fiend raised his hand to speak but Tim shot him a look that told him that he'd handle this.
"Yeah, he was bothering us, so I upercutted him through a wall." Tim said, turning fully to face the two.
"While that is badass, you punched him right on top of our car!" JB shouted, "We had to fight him in a rock off battle again because of that!"