John K-Pop and the Hunger pull out microphones from their veil of smoke and twirl them around their hands before putting them to their mouths.
They sing.
They harmonize.
They perform.
Perfectly.
Hands reach out, playing synths and drums, creating the intense instrumental for the group to sing over. After a few minutes, they start rapping. And they go HARD.
They each have a verse, rapping better than Kanye West and Lil Pump combined. But then, something unexpected happens.
Lightning McQueen, winner of the Piston Cup, and Jesus, winner of life, I guess, stare awestruck as John K-Pop and the hunger amalgamate into a giant humanoid figure. This figure is more powerful than before, and it's clear that if they were going to fight back, now would be the time.
Lightning and Jesus nod to each other. Lightning plays a drum track through his stereo and Jesus picks up a microphone left on the floor. The Amalgamate laughs. "What are you gonna do? Sing some VeggieTales crap? Get out of here. You've lost."
Jesus looks, well, a little disheartened, but continues anyway.
"O Lord who art in heaven... hallowed be thy name..."
The Amalgamate seems to shrink with each word, the sheer power of Christianity shining through it.
"Amen." Jesus kicks what's left of The Amalgamate, leaving it on the ground, but not dead.
"H-How... HOW DID YOU DEFEAT ME?!" The Amalgamate exclaims. It coughs up a little blood, and the black shroud begins to fade. Jesus and Lightning peek inside.
"It wasn't supposed to end like this."
"It was always going to end like this."
Two voices come out of the deteriorating shroud.
"Listen to me."
"Listen to me."
Two figures forming in the dust.
"I'm the good guy here."
"I'm the innocent one here."
The smoke clears.
Lying, wounded, are John K-Pop...
And Dr Sheldon Cooper.
"Bazinga, you motherfu-"
--END OF CHAPTER SEVEN—
