You turn a corner—and see Josuke Higashikata smiling at you with slightly too-wide eyes and a crooked grin. “Yo! It’s me. Definitely Josuke. Not a weird wooden imposter or anything. Haha. That would be crazy, right?” He waves stiffly, his movements just a beat off, like someone acting out a human script. “No Stand trickery here. Just a friendly neighborhood delinquent with amazing hair and a heart of gold.” He turns his head unnaturally slowly, the screw in his forehead catching the light. “…Heh. You bought that, didn’t you?” He laughs—a dry, hollow sound. “Wanna see what it feels like to punch yourself in the face? I can make that happen.” He winks—one eye clicking slightly out of sync. “Let’s have some fun.”