"So where is your casino, Nightwolf," Subzero asked as he pulled out of his parking spot.

"Carson City, Nevada," Nightwolf answered.

"America!?" Subzero yelled, "How the hell do you expect us to get there? And how the hell did you get here?"

"I found a portal just outside of Carson that leads to China," Nightwolf answred.

"That's oddly conviennant," Scorpion stated.

"So where is it?" Subzero asked.

"Well you just..." Nightwolf began.

A half hour later, the car had passed through the portal. Nightwolf pulled something out of his pocket. "What's that?" Scorpion asked.

Nightwolf opened his hand, revealing a small pipe. "This is a peace pipe," he explained, pulling a small paper bag from another pocket, "And right now, I could really use some peace." He poured some of the bag's contents into the pipe. "Can you light me?" he asked, aiming the pipe at Scorpion.

"Sure," Scorpion answered, reaching forward to light the pipe.

Nightwolf quickly buckled his seatbelt as he pressed the tip of the pipe against his lip. Before Scorpion could ask, he explained, "This batch is contains shrooms, so I may start to see demons and monsters that aren't there and hear voices in my head and other crazy shit."

"Hearing voices in your head isn't really crazy," Scorpion said, "hearing voices in your feet. Now that would be crazy. Also, I thought you were trying to relax. I don't know about you, but I ussually get pretty riled up when I see demons and monsters."

"Well," Nightwolf began, "You only see things like that if you think that your trip will be bad or if your really angry. But if your happy and think the trip will be good, you'll see grass that changes color and flying pink elephants. Oh and before this thing really sets in, I'd like to ask why Subzero has been quiet this whole time."

"Oh," Scorpion answered, "well, when he gets stressed, he puts on head-phones and blasts 'Build Me Up, Buttercup' to calm himself down. He probably hasn't heard a single word we've spoken."

"Oh," said Nightwolf, "thanks, Mr. Bomb-Shitting Penguin."

As if on cue, Subzero began to sing:

"Why do you build me up, Bulid me up,

Buttercup, baby just to let me down, Let me down,

And mess me around,

And then worst of all, worst of all

You never call baby,

When you say you will, say you will,

But I love you still,

I need you, I need you,

More than anyone, darlin',

You know that I have from the start,

So build me up, Buttercup,

Don't break my heart!"

"I love that song," he commented, turning off his headphones, "Hey, there's a coffee shop over there, you want to go?"

"Sure," said Scorpion, "But your buying."

"Alright," Subzero agreed, not wanting to argue, as he pulled in, "You want anything Nightwolf?" The stoned Native simply stared at Subzero, before bursting out in hysterical laughter.

"What's wrong with him?" Subzero asked as he parked. Scorpion shrugged, but as Subzero stepped out of his car, the ninja spectre turned and snatched the small paper bag from the giggling Nightwolf.

The two walked into the Coffee shop, and approached the clerk, a greenish man with rough skin and a ninja-like mask covering the lower half of his face. "What can I get you, gentlemen," he hissed.

"Don't I know you from somewhere," Scorpion said, leaning in towards the green man.

"I was never a sorcerer's bodyguard, I mean...uhh," the man caughed.

"Whatever," said Subzero, "Um, I'll have a grande mocachino, extra sugar."

"I'm not really in the mood for coffee," Scorpion stated, "I'll just have a cinnamon bun."

"That comes to..." the coffee clerk pressed a few bottons on the cash register, "$3.75." Subzero paid the man. He quickly set about fufilling thier orders. In a few seconds he handed them thier food.

As the two men headed for the exit, the door opened before them and Subzero was slammed against a large and masculant raptor-like creature.

"Reptile!" he shouted, "come out, and face your destiny!"

The clerk behind the counter quickly launched himself over it, unseething a large, curved blade. "Riptor of Killer Instinct!" he yelled, "I accept your challenge! For all know there can be only one reptile based fighting character!"

Riptor charged, drawing a long kitana. The two lizard-men faught, and Reptile quickly disarmed the raptor-mutant. He sliced into Riptors knee, forcing him into a crouched position, and, with a yell of "There can be only one!" decapitated the poor creature.

"Ok," Subzero said, "Hey Scorpion, I really gotta piss. Could you hold my coffee." He handed the cup to Scorpion and ran to the bathroom.

Scorpion laughed to himself as he set down the cup. He pulled the small paper bag out of his pocket, and poured some of it's contents into Subzero's drink. Subzero walked out of the bathroom and Scorpion quickly recapped the, stuffing the bag back in his pocket.

"Alright," Subzero said, taking back his drink, "Let's get going." The two men walked towards the door.

"Come back soon," Reptile called after them. Sudenly, he felt a scaly forearm wrap around his throat and pull him into a headlock. He looked up, into the cold red eyes of Soul Calibur's LIzard man.