*** Elsewhere ***

: How long do you plan to keep me locked up here? I haven't done anything!

: As if impersonating me is nothing? Keep him here, but let me out!

: Look, if you'd just admit you're the fake...

: Both of you shut up!

: We know that neither of you are the real Locke, there's no point argueing about it

: ...

: ...

: Finally. Now, where's Relm?

: She should have been here by now

: *Bursts into the room*

: Relm!

: What happend?!

: ... Kef....

: Don't strain yourself, let me heal your wounds

: Kef?

: ka...

: I was too late

: Don't worry, everyone is too late to stop me!

: Kefka, I presume

: Don't waste time with the cliches, I'm on a tight schedual, mwehehehe! Now to make you... disappear! Flare Star!

: urk!

: ...

: Mwahahaha!

: Kefka!

: Let me out...!

: After you failed me?

: What...?

: That little brat with the paint brush ruined everything, I couldn't blow my cover...

: You're in league with this mad man!?

: That's enough out of you, painting boy *Tosses a bucket of terpentine on him*

: I'm melting! Meeeelting! Oh what a world! *Becomes a puddle*

: Mwahaha! I must admit, things turned out better this way after all *Frees the other Locke*

: Thank you, my master... the time for disguises is over

: Come, my pet; there is still much to do

: First the pagent!

: Then the world!

: We shall rule all!

: So that we can destroy all! Mwahahaha!

And so the plot thickens... or it would if there actually was a plot! Oooo... part 3 is next