Hehehe wanders around the gymnasium all alone. Despite the fact that he looks scary as fuck, he also looks sad and alone. The fact remains that he doesn’t normally go anywhere without his brother, Hahaha.
He stops at a multigym and watches as a bodybuilder lifts a bunch of weights. Hehehe tries to lean down to see what’s being lifted but finds that he cannot see the number. The bodybuilder takes notice of the little fat man in his way and looks down at him.
Bodybuilder - Hey, out of the way, little clown. Unless you want to lift this? You think that you can?
Hehehe - I just want to see -
He waits patiently for his brother to complete the sentence, but then remembers that his brother is not around him right now.
Hehehe - How much are you lifting?
Bodybuilder - You can get closer if you lift it up. That will help you read how much weight you can’t lift.
The bodybuilder steps back and watches as Hehehe gets close to it.
Hehehe - Oh, you are right! The bars are in the way. Allow me.
Hehehe lifts the set with one hand as he leans down and reads off the weights that are currently on.
Hehehe - 450 lbs. Is that a lot?
Bodybuilder - How are you? You couldn’t lift? Alright…how did you rig this?
Hehehe sets the bar down in confusion as he regards the bodybuilder.
Hehehe - What? Was that heavy?
Bodybuilder - Was that heavy? That’s my personal best right there, and it took all I had to lift it. How are you doing this with one hand?
Hehehe shrugs and lifts it again with one hand with a general ease that stuns the bodybuilder.
Bodybuilder - Let me see that!
The bodybuilder strains and grunts before he can get the bar lifted up. He stresses his body as he slowly puts it back down so as not to break the weights. He shakes his head.
Bodybuilder - They’re not fake. How are you doing this shit?
Hehehe looks concerned for the bodybuilder’s mental health as he grabs the bar with one hand and pushes up, lifting the heavy weight with ease.
Hehehe - Like so? What part of this aren’t you understanding? Wait…are you weak or something? Are you in a muscle suit? Let me see!
The bodybuilder is only in a pair of trunks, and yet Hehehe begins feeling his arms and chest, spinning the man around and looking for a zipper on his back or along his ribcage.
Hehehe - I don’t see any zippers. This must be a good suit! Maybe it splits at the waist!
As Hehehe’s hands go to the waist, the bodybuilder bats his hands away like a woman would his unwanted advances.
Bodybuilder - Stop that bullshit! I’m not wearing a muscle suit and I’m not weak!
Hehehe cocks his head while looking at the bodybuilder like a dog would look at something curious.
Hehehe - How so? You couldn’t lift that as easily as I, and I’m not as strong as my brother, Hahaha. He’s stronger than me.
The bodybuilder shakes his head as if to clear cobwebs from the nonsense that he’s hearing.
Bodybuilder - Wait…your brother is stronger than you and his name is…Hahaha? What’s your name? Hohoho?
Hehehe frowns as if thinking back a long way.
Hehehe - We had someone named Hohoho join us, but he did not last as he wasn’t cursed by an evil sorcerer. My name is Hehehe!
Bodybuilder - Oh, this has got to be an episode of Punk’d. Ok, where is Ashton Kutcher? Where are the fucking cameras? Oh wait…I can’t say fucking on the camera. I did it again!
The bodybuilder is looking around for cameras or crew that might be in on the joke, and Hehehe just stands there looking bewildered.
Hehehe - My brother is smarter than me too. I don’t know this show you speak of or any Ashton Kutcher. Maybe he does…
The bodybuilder stops looking for the cameras and begins to look at Hehehe, fear gnawing at the base of his being. If this isn’t a joke show…what is it?
Bodybuilder - You’re…not joking around. Are you?
Hehehe - No.
Bodybuilder - Well, you have the strength down pat. Maybe you want to lean up with some high reps on a low weight?
Hehehe claps his gloved hands together with a look of glee.
Hehehe - I like that very much! See…I’m a wrestler, I guess, with the Conquest Wrestling Federation, and I’ve been signed up to wrestle in the Lunar Rumble. Big battle royal experience and all.
The bodybuilder has begun to tune Hehehe out as he looks around for what he wants and finds a “small weight” at fifty pounds. He walks over with the ghastly clown in tow and lifts the weight up.
Bodybuilder - This will do.
Hehehe - Alright. Let me have it!
The bodybuilder swings the small barbell at Hehehe’s head, plunging the pole part of the barbell where the weights go on into the clown’s temple while crushing the side of his head with the weight. The clown goes down without a fight, blood spewing everywhere with bits of bone and brain all over the place. The bodybuilder drops the weight.
Bodybuilder - Well? I guess you were not a hallucination? Shit, fuck…I killed someone.
Hehehe - Yeah, you did.
The bodybuilder stares down as Hehehe speaks from the floor, slowly getting up to his feet as his caved-in skull is quickly rebuilt with a crunching sound.
Hehehe - And that hurts when it happens. I said an evil sorcerer cursed us? Remember?
The bodybuilder has gone as pale as he can with the fake tan covering his body. He reaches out a hand.
Bodybuilder - Well, I mean, you’re up now. All good, right? No hard feelings?
Hehehe - No hard feelings.
Hehehe reaches out and takes hold of the hand with his, and the bodybuilder opens his mouth wide in pain as the little clown begins to squeeze his hand and break bones with a crunch.
Hehehe - My feelings remain spongy. Perhaps a pill will help?
Hehehe giggles his ghastly phlegm-filled laugh and pulls quickly on the hand. The bodybuilder lets out a pain-filled scream as his shoulder becomes dislocated a split second before the muscles, tendons, and skin all tear to remove his arm from his body. He falls to the floor, spraying blood everywhere from his shoulder joint.
Bodybuilder - What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!
Hehehe throws the arm down at the fallen bodybuilder.
Hehehe - No harm, no foul, right? I mean…you’ll regenerate, right?
Bodybuilder - No, bitch! Call 9-1-1!
People who have watched the exchange and screamed when Hehehe was killed are screaming again now that the bodybuilder is down. Hehehe just raises an eyebrow and cups his mouth with his hand.
Hehehe - 9-1-1! Nothing happened. You didn’t think I would regenerate when you murdered me. Did you? Amazing how when I return the favor that you cannot do the same. Pity.
The blood-soaked clown picks the arm back up while the bodybuilder watches on helplessly and takes a rather large bite out of the arm, chewing and swallowing like he was eating a chicken leg. He drops the arm again.
Hehehe - Good stuff. You know why we don’t eat clowns at the Kharnival, right?
The bodybuilder doesn’t answer as shock is starting to set in, and he is quickly running out of blood.
Hehehe - They taste funny.
Hehehe walks away as the bodybuilder bleeds out on the floor, no one willing to come near the clown to help him. After Hehehe is gone, people call the police and ambulance, but the bodybuilder has died.
Hehehe walks out of the gym and gets into the back of a black limo, where Esmeralda von Krauss awaits. She looks at Hehehe’s mess with a bit of a sneer.
Esmeralda von Krauss - You could have showered before you got in the limo, dahling.
Hehehe - That would mean dealing with the police now rather than later.
Esmeralda von Krauss - Very well. We can go, driver.
The scene fades as the limo drives away from the gymnasium with sirens going on in the distance of emergency workers on their way to the scene.
