: Ah, it's nice to have that pageant out of the way, now I can get back to the simple pleasures of fights to the death

: Kefka!

: Ah, right on time

: Look Kefka, I'd love for you to stay and chat about the good ol' days when I beat you down... but I'm busy... just go away, ok?

: Mwa, ha! And I'd love to show you just what it's like to be beaten down, but you've got someone else to teach you that

: Hello? What are you two doing here?

: Kefka was just leaving... I hope you'll do the same

: Nothing doing! I got a hot date!

: ... you do?

: Yeah, this message came to me: "Meet me by the place with the stuff by that time when things happen. We'll have a great time!"

: ! I received that exact same message!

: Mwahahahahaha!!

: Shut up Kefka!

: Well this is the place with the stuff...

: And it's one minute until that time when things happen ...

: Mwe, hee! How stupid can you two get? I sent those messages to you, so that you'd show up now; you have to fight!

: ... I just wanted to have a great time *sulks*

: Kefka, you're in for it now!

: Now, now, save the petty grievances for another day

: And why should we?

: Because I have a spoon

: Eeep!

: A spoon?

: No offense to you, Edgar, but I'm not going to face that again! *attacks*

: Ack! I'll take you down first, and then settle things with Kefka!

: Peep!

Weaknesses: Fake letters... apparantly

: ... *uses his debilitator*

Weaknesses: Spoons, winning at poker, working too hard, fake letters

: ...

: ...

: Why can't anyone ever have a mallet weakness?

: Kefka, can I have that spoon?

: Sorry, no

: All I have is my mallet, but is that ever enough? Nooo...

: Cid, wanna play a little poker?

: Shut up! *attacks Edgar again*

: Ugh! Guess it'll have to be the old fashioned way... *attacks with auto-crossbow*

: Ooof! *attacks yet again*

: Ow... that's it... *puts on a hockey mask and pulls out his chainsaw*

: Uh oh...

: *saws Cid*

: ...?

: Dang, I missed again!

: *hits Edgar one final time*

: gah...

: The winner... Cid!

: Alright!

: Opuk!

: You're right... here's your prize Cid

: What?

: *throws the spoon at Cid*

: Not... again....

: MWA, HA!

: *laughs and scampers away*