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“Futuropolis…?” Broly looked at his attire, it seemingly worn out, as if he been into a devastating battle, but seemingly can't recall at the moment, but glimpse of it were returning in his eyes; one particular memory was a strange man in all black clothing, urging him to attack something. “I supposed I do need a change of outfit.” He stuffed his mouth with more tacos, easily consuming them like a vacuum, to ignore that memory. “If they served more food like this, I don’t mind going.”
 
"It rains here a lot, dude! You'll catch a cold running around half-naked like a wrestler." Whitney said. "But I hear Futuropolis has all kinds of food to try, so we could probably find a whole bunch of stuff you don't see here." After all the tacos were eaten -- mostly by Broly, obviously -- Whitney opened the box containing her souvenir that she bought at the bakery from Hero City City. "Now it's time for dessert! I got a small strawberry cake, but it's still way too much for just me to eat. So I'll just have a couple slices. The icing will get hard since my fridge isn't running, so we'll have to eat it today."
 
“Strawberry cake…” Broly took a small piece; after eating it, it left a rather delicious taste in his mouth, causing him to crave for more. He took a chunk, using his bare hands, and stuffed in his mouth. “T-this is delicious! To think food like this is capable to exist…”
 
"Hey, now! You're making a mess!" Whitney scolded, knocking his hand with a fork. "Cake is sticky and makes a mess, so you can't just eat it with your bare hands."

"... even IF strawberry cake is that good." she admitted.
 
Broly sweated when Whitney knocked his hand with a fork. “I never knew this planet had such luxurious foods.” He grabbed a fork, copying how Whitney used it and took a bite. The explosion of flavors left Broly in awe of how delightful taste.
 
"Then you'll probably like going up to the big city! They have way more food than this town could dream of..." Whitney said while eating her own slice. "I guess with all the muscle you have, you need to eat a ton of food to keep it that way, huh?" She joked. "My job doesn't pay much, so sometimes I have to live on instant soup for a good week or two after paying out my rent. And now that I probably won't be working until the town's cleaned up..." she trailed off and picked at the icing on her plate with a frown. "I hate avoiding my problems, but leaving town for a bit might keep my mind off things until I figure out how to stay afloat for the next week or so. Speaking of which, where do ya live anyway, Broly? If you can remember, that is."
 
Broly remained silent when Whitney asked the question. “Home… such a place doesn’t exist in my memory.” He took another bite out of the cake. “It was destroyed a long time ago, for the better.”
 
Whitney was stunned into silents for a few moments before speaking again. "Wow. That's... depressing." Whitney sweated, laying her head on the table because she didn't know what to say. "I don't know what I'd do if that happened to me... but that means you don't have a place to crash. So we could be roommates for a while! I don't ever have roommates for long since they just stay here until they can move to a place out in the cities. And since you got your memory all jumbled up, I'm the only person you know, and I'd feel really bad if you got lost around Empire State. Even if nobody would pick a fight with you..." She seemed excited about having a new roommate. "If I can help you get your memory back, that'd be even better!"
 
Broly turns to Whitney and her enthusiasm of wanting a roommate. He didn't smile, but he felt something, a good something. Broly nodded. "Well, hope I won't be a burden then." After finishing his portion of the cake, he stood up and looked out the window. His eyes twitches seeing the destruction outside and gritted his teeth. However, he saw a flash of light from the distance, accompany with large smokes in the air.

"Does your city normally have smokes?" Broly asked.
 
"Huh?" Whitney stood up and stuck her head into the window to look at what was going on. "That's pretty far from here-" she gasped. "That's where my grandma lives! That's Los Demonios!" Her face paled. "It doesn't usually look like that... something bad must be happening... what if it's the same person that attacked the town? No, that can't be it..."

"Maybe it's on TV..." Whitney scrambled to find the remote and had to mash the button several times with her shaking hands to turn on the small TV situated on the other side of the room. "Oh, grandma, please be okay..."
 
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