Scenario:Friday - Defend the Premium Lifestyle!

Defend the Premium Lifestyle!

When a Premium Friday-loving town comes under attack by the Anti-Premium Friday faction, Friday transforms into Ultimate Friday and launches a vicious counterattack.

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Friday: In a nondescript town that actively participates in the tradition of Premium Friday, the people lived in peace.

Friday: When the golden star was shining high in the sky upon that glorious day one particular month, I found myself taking a stroll through town.

Boy with Dog: Hello, Friday! Premium!

Friday: Premium! Enjoying your wonderful leisure time, are we?

Boy with Dog: Mm-hm! Mom and I had a birthday party for Pero earlier! Right, Pero?

Pero: Woof!

Boy's Mother: We went to the cafe at the top of the hill, where they serve cake catered specifically to dogs.

Boy's Mother: Since that place closes up in the evening, I told my son we'd go there on Premium Friday.

Friday: So embracing a new tradition allowed you to celebrate your beloved pet's birthday! Simply marvelous!

Boy with Dog: That's right! Premium Friday's the best! Thank you so much, Friday!

Director: Alert! Alert! Anti-Premium Friday militants are fast approaching! Those able to fight should hurry to the west gate!

Friday: The APF faction? Oh no!

PF Warrior 1: Ngh... We're being pushed back! Where's that resupply of SHRIMP bullets!

PF Warrior 2: I've got it right here! Now to just load the SHRIMP Spreader with a batch fresh from the fryer!

Friday: Is everyone okay? What's the situation!

PF Warrior 1: Friday, thank goodness you're here! The APF is about to break through the front line.

Friday: You did well holding out until now. Leave the rest to me!

Friday: With FRIED SHRIMP in hand, I flew straight into the battlefield!

Friday: I'll show them firsthand that resistance is futile, no matter how many times they try!

Friday: Go forth, my FRIED SHRIMP army!

APF Warrior 1: Holy abalone! They're fried to a perfect crisp!

APF Warrior 2: Get a load of that batter... Sure smells nice...

Friday: But of course! I may have had to mass-produce them, but that doesn't mean I skimped on the quality!

???: I can tell! You'd be hard-pressed to find any restaurant serving fried prawn that tasty-looking!

Friday: You're the APF faction leader! Get it through your thick skull that these are FRIED SHRIMP, not fried prawn!

APF Leader: Blah, tomato, to-mah-to. Based on appearances alone, they're practically the same thing.

APF Leader: That's why you're going to lose today. Consider it your comeuppance for overreliance on prawns.

Friday: The APF leader took a mysterious device out of her pocket and pushed the red button at its core.

APF Leader: Perhaps you've heard of the famous proverb "it takes a prawn to hook a demonbream."

Friday: A prawn to hook a demonbream... You don't mean—

Friday: Baked demonbreams!

APF Leader: Close, but no cigar. The proper term is "Based Aim of Keeping Elongated Drudgery, Binding Recruited Employees to Absolute Monotony," or BAKED BREAM for short.

Friday: Fish-shaped crispy pastries showed up behind me and began biting into the mass-produced FRIED SHRIMPs.

Friday: No! Not my precious creations!

APF Leader: You see? Your FRIED SHRIMPs are no match for my BAKED BREAMs.

PF Warrior 1: Gwaaah! They're swimming through the sky! I-is this it for us?

PF Warrior 2: They swim through the ground below us too? Damn it all... Get the heck off me, you phony demonbreams!

Friday: How awful... All I ever wanted was for everyone to lead a more enriching life!

Friday: Why... Why must you get in my way!

APF Leader: What the... Her light resonates with that of the golden star!

Boy's Mother: She's merging with the FRIED SHRIMPs! Could it be...

Boy's Mother: It's said that those who devote their entire lives to promoting Premium Friday are acknowledged by the golden star to take up the mantle. The mantle of...

Boy's Mother: Ultimate Friday!

APF Leader: Ultimate Friday, you say!

Ultimate Friday: Aah, yes—this blazing heat deep-fries me to the bone!

Ultimate Friday: Depraved fish who rob the people of happiness, the flames of my FRIED Spear will make quick work of you!

PF Warrior 2: The BAKED BREAMs have been torched! We're saved!

APF Leader: Impossible! No matter what form they might take, prawns cannot possibly stand up to demonbreams!

Ultimate Friday: Unfortunately for you, I—Ultimate Friday—am ultimately just a person named Friday.

Ultimate Friday: And it is people that feast on the demonbreams hooked by prawns. BAKED BREAMs or what have you, you don't stand a chance!

APF Leader: Urk! Our entire school of BAKED BREAMs is done for!

Ultimate Friday: I have you cornered! Prepare yourselves!