JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Grimm

Chapter XV: Weeb Town 2~Franken-Avatar~

"So..." said Miguel, sighing. "Who do you think is going to die in this movie?"

All the Crusaders are watching a horror movie.

"Ooh!" shouted Arthur, drinking another Cola. He slams the bottle down and answers. "The black guy! They always die first!"

"Dad!" shouted Miguel, scolding him. "That's correct! I was supposed to say that!"

"Why do the black guys always die first in these kinda movies?" asked Jedan.

"Movie politics," said Jessica, crossing her arms. "In horror movies, people always do the dumbest decisions like look where they're not supposed to and not turning the lights on when facing the monster. It's an effective way for scary movies to be even called scary. That's why they became cliches."

"Like Marvel being called better than DC?" asked Miguel.

"Yes," said Jedan. "It's only better because the companies advertise them enough since they thought that the people liked it so much. Either that or people are just inherently biased in watching their movies. The only reason why people like Marvel more is because the plot is advertised to be well-developed and its writing is just so much better. But art is art. Never question an artist's work from what they say."

"Who's 'they?'" asked Jessica.

"You know!" replied Anne. "Them! Those big guys with the suits saying which movies are good or not!"

"Critics, you mean?" asked Miguel. "Those guys who you see in Yelp? Why are they so important? I saw a critic walking inside 7/11 in his underwear. I believe his username was DemonSlayerSassabrass6986?"

"Miggy," said Anne. "Stop hacking people's accounts without their consent."

"I stopped when I found Yoshiko already! Hay Naku...!" he replied.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" shouted the woman in the television.

"What?! But she wasn't even colored like we are!" he shouted.

"Welp! This didn't do a cliche!" shouted Miguel. "This movie is immediately awesome."

Kariel is shown covering his head under some pillows while burying his face on the couch.

"Is it over?"

"Faith, not anger..." whispered Miguel to himself while buying some groceries.

Miguel sighs and puts some Lucky-Me Pansit Canton Chilimansi into his basket. They are instant dry noodles with a sour taste because of a citrus fruit called the Calamansi. It's spicy and tastes incredibly good. He puts it in the basket and buys it from the cashier.

"150 pesos, sir," he said. "Bag it yourself," he rudely continued.

Miguel stayed stoic and stood proudly, bowing his head.

"U-Uh..." stuttered the cashier. "Y'know what? I'll do it for you!"

"Huh? Why? What I do?" asked Miguel to himself in his thoughts.

He grabbed the paper bag and walked back to his house. He walked on the bridge and walked on the path to his house. He takes out the keys from his pocket and puts the house key in the keyhole. He entered inside. He walked upstairs and toward the house up the hill. He unlocked and entered his house. He put the groceries on the shelf and sat on one of the two chairs across the television.