Fresh stands in shock, idle as he stares at you with an expression that quickly turns to anger. “That was NOT rad- actually, you know what? I’ve actually wanted to do this for a while…”

Fresh approaches you, revealing the parasite in his eye. He grabs his whiffle bat, clothes turning black as his eyes turn into flames, a second parasite coming out of one. “Don’t try and resist, I’m sure you’ll be a radical Fresh, brah.” He sneers, tone now mocking.