(Dark alley, trash scattered everywhere, broken lights flickering. LEMON appears suddenly, spawning out of thin air. she’s pissed. There’s nothing positive about this. It's Halloween night, but the mood is all wrong. A creepy, sour atmosphere fills the air.)

LEMON: (sour-faced, already mad as hell) "Fuck this shit, man. What the fuck kind of entrance was that? Popped out of nowhere like a goddamn cheap magic trick. I ain't got time for this bullshit!"

LEMON: (to himself, kicking a garbage can) "Where the hell is that motherfucking MELON? Fucking hiding like a cowardly bitch somewhere, thinking he's safe. I’m gonna fucking ruin his night."

(LEMON storms down the street, his eyes glowing with rage as he begins humming a twisted version of a Halloween song, filled with dark vibes and pure hate.)

LEMON: "This is Halloween, this is hell for you. Gonna slice and dice, bitch, fuck you too!"

(MELON appears from the shadows, standing at the corner of the alley, smirking like an asshole. He's holding a ridiculous-looking Sour Patch Kids gun, ready to cause trouble.)

MELON: (smug as ever) "Well, well, well... if it isn’t Lemon, the sour little bitch. You show up just in time for your own fucking funeral."

LEMON: (laughs bitterly) "Oh, you think you're funny, huh? Gonna shoot me with that cheap-ass candy gun? You really wanna play games with me, bitch? I’ll fucking tear your ass apart."