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Jerry's nostrils flared, his expression intent. Robert wanted to see what he could do? Well, fine.

Roar was more than happy to oblige with a sharp, green glowing yelp that blew the other hunter back away from him.

He beamed past the smoking end of his weapon, a slightly manic look on his face, "Siiiiing~ Sing a soooong!"

HP: 38
Damage: 4
Charge: 1/3

Jerry was so affronted by Robert's sudden proclamation, he completely failed to get out fo the way of two hundred barreling pounds of dancer holding whirling blades.

He was so deeply hurt and shocked and alarmed, he had even cut off his singing, even as the ground came up to clip his head.

"Robert... ROBERT HOW COULD YOU? I... I always thought you LIKED music!"

HP: 29
Damage: MISS

"Robert, What's the first thing an actor learns? "The show must go on!' Come rain, come shine, come snow, come sleet, the show MUST go on!" He grunted at the sudden blow, eyes welling up before he kicked the weapon out of the way, before swinging onto his feet, "Though the world is so full of a number things, I know we should all be as happy as... But are we?" He glowered, suddenly shoving Robert's chest accusingly, "No, definitely no, positively no." He turned away with a huff to stand at the edge of the sidewalk with his arms crossed, "Decidedly no. Mm mm."

He suddenly bobbed down, giving a very gloomy expression, "Short people have long faces and," His face perked up but still looked grumpy, but scrunched in the opposite direction as he straightened, "Long people have short faces." He gestured exasperatedly at Robert, "Big people have little humor," His hands spread out hopelessly, "And little people have no humor at all!"

HP: 24
Damage: 5

The rock hit him square in the forehead, But Jerry was not about to be dampened by Robert's ridiculousness... he had plenty of his own.

It did sting, though, so he was content to wobble the rest out from the ground, "And in the words of that immortal buddy... Samuel J. Snodgrass, as he was about to be lead...To the guillotine..."


HP: 21
Damage: Miss

"Make 'em laugh!" Jerry squeaked as the air was suddenly squished out of him, his legs suddenly pedaling in the air in a very comical fashion indeed, "Make 'em laugh! Don't you know everyone wants to laugh?" His head fell back down to the grass, his glasses half falling off of his nose as he lifted his head again, "Ha ha!" His brown shoes, toes together, suddenly poked Robert on his left side, before tagging his right, "My dad said 'Be an actor, my son - But be a comical one!"

HP: 15
Damage: MFMISS

Released, Jerry suddenly jumped to his feet- "They'll be standing in lines!" landing in the grass to suddenly take a jump back onto the sidewalk. "For those old honky tonk monkeyshines'" His hard leather shoes weren't quite the sound he was looking for, but they certainly made a better 'tap' than sneakers, even if they weren't entirely practical on missions, "Now you could study Shakespeare and be quite elite." His feet began to move- he hadn't done this in ages... "And you can charm the critics and have nothin' to eat-" He was getting the rhythm going, enough to keep up the momentum of his singing before suddenly kicking high into the air to land back on his back and elbows, "Just slip on a banana peel!" He sat up looking baffled at his 'audience'. "The world's at your feet..."

He was up again in an instance, picking up the dance with the energy he had learned it years ago, "Make 'em laugh!" He was down again, flailing, "Make 'em laugh!" He really should have chosen the grass to land on, "Make 'em laugh" He was up again, "Make 'em..."

HP: 15
Damage: 9

"Make 'em laugh," Jerry wobbled, swaying animatedly from the blow before shaking his head. He didn't straighten his glasses, but he did raise a finger bleerily to Robert, "Don't you know everyone wants to laugh?"

Suddenly, he sauntered away in a soft step, shuffling along the sidewalk, "My grandpa said go out and tell 'em a joke, But give it plenty of hoke..."

He leaped, Jazz Hands at the ready, "Make 'em roar! Make 'em scream!" He suddenly dove, landing sideways with his head propped on his hand as though he had meant it all along, "Take a fall," He shifted to sit up cross-legged, "But a wall," He hopped up again, grinning, "Split a seam!" Before sauntering over to his friend to plant a hand on his shoulder, "You start off by pretending You're a dancer with grace..." He turned about, still beaming as he hop-skipped-and tapped along the cement, "You wiggle 'till they're Giggling all over the place...And then you get a great big custard pie in the face!" Only the pie, in this instance, was Jerry's very pointedly aimed fist.

HP: 9
Damage: 4

"Make 'em laugh," Jerry's voice wobbled as his vision swam, "Make 'em laugh..." He suddenly flopped to the ground weakly, "Don't you know... all the...wants..?" He tried to stand up again, "My dad..." He flopped down again. The world was spinning but it was all he could do to keep his mind focused on the lyrics. He almost had him. He just... he just needed to get through the song and Robert would be his, "They'll be standing in lines," He shook his head, jumping up. This was it. His last chance. He was running out of steam, "For those old honky tonk monkeyshines..." He bobbed, wove, danced, gave Robert a little smack here and there, "Make 'em laugh, Make 'em laugh-" He glanced at the wall that was still smeared with blood- was that his blood? Bother. "Don't you know everyone wants to laugh? "

That said, he suddenly took a running start. He hadn't done this since dance classes in college. There had usually been some sort of soft mat under him, and he never really had the coordination to pull it off.

Well, there was grass. And there was a Mission.

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha!" He ran at the wall, ran up the wall, and somehow managed to land on his feet. So thrilled by his success, he bellowed, "AH HAHAHAHAA!" And tried it again. This time, perhaps from blood loss and exhaustion, he landed on the grass with stars in his eyes, "Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha...." But he was almost through. This was it. He had to convince Robert somehow. He started running in a circle, while flat on the ground, "Make 'em laugh, ah ah!" He hopped up again, that wild look in his eye he had had when he had been in that basement for their last Mission, "Make 'em laugh, ah ah!" He gave Robert another playful slap to the face, "Make 'em laugh, ah ah!" He backed up before he could reciprocate, pulling out his final moves, his shoes scuffling (clumsier now in his exhaustion) across the sidewalk, "Make 'em laugh, Make 'em laugh..."

With one final breath, he hurled himself forward, sliding on his knees to Robert's feet, arms out, "Make 'em laugh!"

HP: 5
Damage: 6