Lasagna love part 3 - Lasagna Crusaders

Chapter 3: The art of Razaniatekunikku

Razaniatekunikku, which was usually shortened to Razania and meant "Lasagna technique" was invented when Japanese monks and Italian chefs met during the renaissance. It brings forth the hidden powers of the mind, soul, and body and manifests in the form of Italian food. one can unlock these powers when they have a deep love for the Italian cuisines, however proper training is used to hone and master these skills. Because of these unique requirements, not many people can learn this interesting fighting style. Garfield had been running for awhile. He was afraid, afraid of confronting Scrooge, afraid of his past, afraid of stopping even for a moment in fear of letting the past catch up to him. He had, for the past few months, been living in hotels across the US, taking up part time jobs and spending his money on the necessities and renting out hotel rooms. He didn't want the past. He wanted to start a new, fresh life. Just him, and his child. This was when he ran into Raviolo, a descendant of one of these Japanese monks and a master in Razania. He at an instant knew Garfield was a perfect candidate for training in these arts. Garfield was sceptical at first. But deep down, he hope desperately this would help him. Because he knew that eventually, he would have to stop running. And he knew that when he stopped, he would have to face his fears.

It was long and arduous, the path to mastering Razaniatekunikku, but at the end was the ultimate fighting style. Garfield faltered along the way, he had almost lost hope. "I don't think i'm cut out for this, Raviolo." Garfield said, exhausted. For five hours straight, he had been training in extreme circumstances. Trying to summon his first Cuisine weapon, which was a staple of the Razaniatekunikku. "And I don't think this is good for the baby, either...."

"You're telling me bullshit, Garfield." Raviolo said. "You've come this far, You can't give up now." 

"I know, it's just.... So tiring, and I could really go for a nap right now."

"You can nap when you've summoned the spaghetti whip! Now concentrate hard, I know you can do it." Garfield closed his eyes, and focused deeply. An aura of pasta sauce began to swirl around him, and from his sweaty palms, spaghetti began to emerge. "Yes, Garfield, you're doing it!" The  spaghetti began to reach out towards a nearby can of pepsi before retracting back into Garfield's palm. 

"I-I did it! I actually did it!" Garfield excitedly yelped "Even if it was only for a few seconds..." Over the next few weeks he would begin to hone his skills even more, learning new techniques and mastering them. He was showing to be one of the strongest Razania users ever. It was a cold day, and Garfield was meditating when a vision came to him. This vision was bloody, and horrific. Scrooge was in great danger. He ran to Raviolo's house to tell him about what he had just seen.

"Raviolo, I have seen a horrible visage." He said, anxious. "I fear.... He is in great trouble." Raviolo was drinking an herbal blend of tea, however upon hearing this he set the cup down on the table. 

"I see.... If it is in your belief that he who is rich may be in trouble, it is imperative we head to Duckburg right now."

"Yes, Raviolo. I just hope we can make it in time..." And so, the two departed towards Duckburg. Garfield was afraid of encountering his husband again after so long but he knew this was destiny. He would have to stop running away from the trouble, and start running towards it. Little did he know, Scrooge was also looking for him. After Scrooge received the phonecall from Gyro he felt something within him. He felt that Garfield was near, and that was the case. He had made it back to Duckburg. This is what spurred Scrooge onwards to search for Garfield, and what lead him to Jotaro. 

Garfield and Raviolo had arrived at Duckberg, but could not find Scrooge anywhere. And after hearing the news that a terrorist attack had unfolded at Gordon Ramsay's kitchen, he felt hopeless. He decided he would go to the one place he really felt at home anymore; The Duckburg Sex dungeons.