Iggy takes a deep breath and keeps his composure...

"You can't kill me." Iggy says, confronting Massacre.

"Is that so? Oh well, I'm not here to kill anyone in the room anyway..."

"Hah, watch him jinx that claim." Pickle sarcastically says.

Iggy shuts Pickle up with a "Shh!".

"Now please excuse me. I would like to order two croissants, please."

Pickle is quick to interrupt.

"Order your bitter face, Nacho! You haven't seen the last of us just yet~"

Iggy frantically drinks Pickle and pants nervously.

"...For who is the other croissant for?" Iggy asks with slight intimidation.

"A meeting with my acquaintance. We have some... plans to discuss."

Iggy subtly looks at Massacre with a neutral expression. He silently grabs the tongs and made his way under the counter, picking up a plate.

Pickle, who is inside Iggy's stomach, fills in the dead air.

"Hello, hello? It's dark down here, I can't see a thing!" Pickle banters.

"Keep your voice down, We can't afford to see him on a rampage!" Iggy replies.

"Knowing him, he's gonna do what he wants anyway."

Iggy, out of nowhere, nauseates and burps out blue smoke. It rises to the top of the cafe's fur down.

"Summon the bazooka in case the negotiations break down." Pickle replies.

Iggy contemplates for a while and lifts himself back up with two croissants on the plate.

"That'll be $4.95." He said.

Massacre thinks to himself. "...And a cappuccino, please."

Iggy carefully lifts the pencil whilst looking at Massacre in contempt.

"How do you spell Cappuccino again?"

Massacre swiftly closes in on Iggy.

"A scriptwriting storyteller... that doesn't know how to spell cappuccino?"

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking~" Pickle interrupts.

"You just can't shut your trap, can you!?" Iggy angrily complains at his stomach.

"...I'm waiting for my order." Massacre responds, tapping constantly on the counter.

"Miss Ghost? One cappuccino, for dine." He says, without batting his eyes off Massacre.

...

"Nope! :D" Kay replied.

It was the reply Iggy had been waiting for.

Iggy immediately makes his toy shotgun touch the glowing smoke under the fur down, turning it into the Bubblegum Bazooka. Of course, the signature straw hat lands behind the front sight.

He aims it at Massacre.

"You heard what Miss Ghost said. She said no. That means you're not welcome here."

Kay sports a broken face from the kitchen.

"...I was just joking, sheesh." She nonchalantly replies as she continues her work.

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Massacre looks around him.

"Well then." He said. "Consider this an act of self-defense."

Massacre unleashes a sharp net; its mouth resembling that of an eel. A dozen fangs make up the net's entrance.

The customers inside the cafe don't seem to mind the commotion at all... But one man sure does:

Zachary.

He drags both Iggy and Massacre out of the cafe and into the middle of the road." Before he left, he spoke these words to the Massacre...

"Not.

In my cafe...

Got it?"

...Though Zachary only takes a quick but intimidating look at Iggy as he walks back to the cafe.

"Now, let's settle this quick, shall we?"

The customers outside the cafe look at both Iggy and Massacre with interest...

In a blink of an eye, Massacre lunges into Iggy with his sharp, pointy head.

"Huh? Then what the heck is the net for!?"

"For this!"

Massacre bursts forth the net and EFFORTLESSLY captures Iggy. The fangs of the net pierce through Iggy's skin, causing it to bleed. He grunts from the scratches, though he doesn't let it get the most out of him.

Massacre continues spinning.

"A strong enemy needs a strong weapon. So if I'm right, The net's mesh should be strong enough for me to bounce back!" Iggy talks to himself.

He pulls the bazooka's trigger. A fist comes out and hits the lowermost part of the mesh. The strong fibers push the fist backward and repel the force back to the bazooka. Both Iggy and the Bubblegum Bazooka get flung off the net.

Without noticing his exeunt, Massacre aims his fanged net in the air and touches the tip.

"Prepare for impact."

BOOOGSH! The net's mesh bursts outward, but Iggy is nowhere to be seen.

...Unless one is to be behind Massacre.

He swiftly positions himself to bat Massacre out.

"Another home run."

A powerful swing from Iggy~ was just blocked by Massacre.

"...You're out." Massacre replies.

He swings Iggy and his Bazooka around like a hammer throw and into the cafe's walls.

Iggy gets closer...

He takes a turn to the right, positioning the bazooka against the wall to negate any force...

Alas, they hit the wall violently, piercing through the wall and into the counter.

A customer is covered by the rubble, and for some apparent reason, the customers are STILL not paying attention.

...The cafe runs as usual.

Iggy looks behind him and sees his crushed shotgun; it had transformed back after taking all the damage from the collision.

"My shotgun..."

Massacre draws closer.

"Pickle... Pickle! Are you there?" Iggy asks, looking at his stomach.

"Uh oh yea~ what? Sorry, I passed out~ I lost consciousness when we were flying around!"

"My shotgun broke, I don't have any weapons to use!"

...Though Iggy thought of a genius idea.

"Wait... unless I can use my body!"

"Wait, what? That can't be possible, right?" Pickle complains.

"Remember what The Director said?"

"Iggy, you have a toy shotgun with you???"

"No~ the other one?"

"The one about the body, item, and soul? Oh, right! If there's an item for an item..."

"There's a body... for a body!" Iggy completes the sentence.

"Genius!" Pickle says as he scours the catalog inside Iggy's stomach.

"Uh, is there anything we can use? We need to be defensive; this cafe is in danger."

"On it!"

Massacre comes closer.

"That stupid nacho knows not to listen, huh?" Zachary angrily says.

"You didn't give him enough beating, duh," Kay replies whilst wiping a mug.

"Are you familiar with Rebecca's works?" Pickle asks Iggy.

"Uh... the one where the minerals talk?" Iggy asks back.

"Yeah, that one. Get ready to touch that cloud!"

Iggy, out of nowhere, nauseates and burps out blue smoke once again.

He stands up.

After taking his time to walk, Massacre finally arrives.

"This little charade of ours has been fun. However, I'm running out of time... Therefore, this little final attack of mine shall be my parting gift with you."

He takes out his net and draws a glyph in the air. Iggy's eyes dilate in horror.

"Wait, that's from..."

He finishes drawing the circle.

Iggy didn't waste time and immediately touched the smoke. The smoke enters through his nostrils...

He begins to glow mint.

Massacre begins blurting out his finishing move as he nearly finishes drawing the glyph.

"Café..."

Iggy looks at the people across the room. With an urgent mission to protect them, he thinks to himself about what he could do.

...Massacre finishes.

"E C G R A G E Í !"

EXPLOSION.

From outside, Massacre appears from the smoke, wiping his arms.

"Genocide calls for coffee sometimes. Bummer." He says as he walks away.

"Looks like we can't plan things out in this cafe, Cider. Maybe in a few hours, I'll get to talk to you, but not now." He added.

"...Not in a horrid mess like this." He says, walking away from the cafe premises.

The smoke clears inside the cafe; the attention of the customers finally focused on the commotion.

Everyone inside is in mint bubbles...

They're all safe.

"This bubble... it's Nora DeMayo's abilities!" Iggy said.

The bubbles pop and Iggy returns to normal. He kneels in exhaustion. Surviving Massacre's attack is no easy feat.

"Woah, Iggy, you came in clutch! Haha!" Pickle says inside.

"Or you could've just let that happen, we would've survived that thing; I'd even get to use my death insurance." Kay complains.

"You're just lucky that you're a ghost and that I'm lucky enough to clean up this mess." Zachary replies.

Iggy snaps out of his exhaustion.

"But really now... what was that glyph he used recently? Isn't that from..."

"...Another story?"