Ears ringing and vision blurry Terin was trying to wake up. Breathing was heavy and his throat was dry. He felt like he had just woken up with a terrible hangover. His limbs were heavy as he tried to put himself into the sitting position. As his vision focused he saw 4 people lying in front of him, one of which was Bob.

“Oh, you finally woke up. Take this, it might help.” - as Terin was trying to see from where the voice came cold water splashed his face. And then he was offered a cup of cold water. Feeling his throat was moist again he tried to speak.

“Stop being so loud. I have a terrible headache.”

“Of course you do, you tried to enter the Deep Fried dimension for which you show no respect for. It’s a place that weeds out people who don’t belong there. If you want to enter there you need protection. If I didn’t find you you’d be dead by now.”

As his vision was clearing up he saw that the people lying down were burned down to death but their clothes were still intact.

“What happened here?”

“Well as I was pulling you out these guys saw you and told me to leave you here and run away. I asked them how much will they pay me and they replied that not killing me will be enough. And since I won’t get nothing from leaving I decided to kill them and wait for you to wake up. Maybe some good memes might come out of that.”

“I don’t have any memes to offer you but as a sign of thanks I want to offer you something. I’ll give you your own sector”

“Never owned my own sector so why not, might be able to make some good memes with it. Also I hope you don’t mean this sector, because it’s complete trash from what I saw of it.”

“No, give me your phone and I’ll point it out where to go. Once you get there you will have to climb the stairs up to the 100th floor and press the red button at the desk and then it will be officially yours.” - taking a short break in talking they left outside and sat at a nearby caffee for a glass of lemonade. As the injuries from the Deep Fried dimension slowly faded away he continued speaking. - “It might feel like some sort of a scam, but you saved my life and I feel like this is the only way for me to repay that debt to you.”

“Don’t worry about it, you seem like an honest guy. How about we exchange names before continuing the conversation? I am Arthur, the Wandering Creator. Currently I have no sector affiliation. Well that is until I become the boss of the sector you offered.”

“My name is Terin, the Dab Master. I was a right-hand man of my boss under the sector Skrub11, the sector you’ll become the boss of soon.”

“Holy shit! The Dab Master? I heard so much about you. Out of all the people on this world how come you can’t survive in the Deep Fried dimension? I thought you’d be right at home.”

“I don’t know how it works. You seem like you understand the Deep Fried dimension, please tell me how it works. I have some business to attend over there.”

“The Deep Fried dimension feeds on stupidity, chaos, disgust and overall nonsense. It’s a truly beautiful place with no compare.”

“Beautiful? The place was like hell. Even if you do manage to survive you can’t see anything. Everything is grainy and blindingly bright, I still have black spots everywhere in my vision from the little time I spent there.”

“That explains why you collapsed so fast. The more you are against the nonsense located in that world the faster it will kill you. The only way to truly survive is to embrace it and fall into its insanity. But I am guessing that you want to go there and retain your sanity so the other thing you can do is get some protection against it. Depending on how much you resist it the bigger protection you’ll need. In your case you would need a full body suit.” - stopping for a second he continued while stifling his laughter - “I still don’t understand how someone who proudly wears the title “Dab Master” is not able to survive in the Deep Fried dimension.”

“Dabbing is an art. It must have order and form. It must be respected. It’s used to create beauty. It’s not a silly dance move, or something to “repel the haters”. It’s something that proves your dedication and love and opens your mind to various possibilities. People who use it casually are disgusting and giving it the bad reputation it has. Enough about that. You said I need protection, you seem like a person who spends a lot of time in there. Give me what protection you have.”

“Uhhhh about that… I don’t have any protection against it.”

“How do you stay alive then?”

“I… enjoy being inside there.”

“What? That place is a killing hellhole, what enjoyable things are inside there.”

“Hey! Don’t judge me and my tastes, we all like different things now back off. And why do you wanna go there anyway?”

“You saved my life and you are going to be my future boss so it’s fine to tell you. What’s your opinion of Marc-.. “The Region Owner? Disgusting” - “Alright… well he killed our last boss. And my boss’ last order was to go into the Deep Fried dimension and stop Marculius Zurcberius from finishing his prototype named “Z U C C” and destroying the world.”

“Well that’s expected from a lizardman like him. Since your goal is to fight him simple protection won’t do. It will break from a hit or two at max and you will succumb to the decay before he even has the chance to finish you off.”

“So then there is no chance for me to fight him? You can go there then, you can’t get deep fried inside it like me, you can fight him, from what I saw your ability seems powerful.”

“Well you are right, my ability is indeed powerful. But it’s unusable in the Deep Fried dimension. I activate my ability by telling a joke, if I find the joke funny but my enemy doesn’t I get to control what happens to them next. And since I find, what you people consider, terrible jokes extremely funny that part is easy. And also the difference between our reactions decides the power. After that I can choose what I want to do, if used as a weapon I would follow up with a “Roast”. After I roast them I need to guess what’s their primary feeling. Angry, annoyed, indifferent in some cases even happy. If I guessed correctly then as you saw it yourself they get roasted, literally. If it doesn’t show up on their face then in most cases the primary feeling is annoyed in most cases. Not to brag or anything but I have a guess ratio of 88% hehe.”

“What about the other 12%? How do you handle the guys you guess wrong?”

“Give me some credit here, I am not useless in melee combat. Sometimes there are cases where I have to be quiet and can’t use my ability. And if it’s an enemy I still can’t defeat without the use of my ability I can just keep saying jokes over and over again, eventually the primary feeling will be annoyed. The only cost is the amount of funny jokes that the enemy doesn’t find funny I have. Unfortunately for my enemies I still use the same joke since the first time and it only gets funnier each time I use it.”

“That is indeed a powerful ability but you still didn’t explain why you aren’t able to use it in the Deep Fried dimension. Nevertheless we’ll have this conversation later. Get back to the tower before someone else claims it. I have business to take care of here.”

They split up with Terin going back to the tower. After being kind enough to not take revenge he was still set up. Reaching the tower he decided to dab towards the sun with his elbow touching the ground and his fingers pointing towards the sun. It was noon. Twisting the body in ways that should be impossible he quickly achieved his goal. Striking the pose he stood there for a couple of seconds while the onlookers laughed at him. Comments like “This idiot actually dabs!” and “Gotta love people who unironically dab” all the while laughing were being thrown at him. Terin simply ignored them and finished his pose. He knew that all this ridicule for dabbing was from infamous people like Lake Cole who turned a dabbing into a joke, but no matter the hate he gets he will never stop respecting the dab. The guards watching him dab in front of a tower in such an exposing way took it as a sign of disrespect. But they knew they couldn’t do anything. After Terin was finished he went towards the guards. They didn’t stand a chance against him so they simply awaited their fate.

“Start the invasion timer.”

The guards were thankful for him. There were 2 ways to start an invasion. One was for guards to do it willingly and the other was using killing the guards. Each time an invasion gets triggered the tower has to pay defence expenses weakening their sector so there was almost never a case where it was started willingly. If you entered the tower without triggering the alarm and caused a crime the region master would hunt you down until you are dead. Terin thought about doing that to bring Marc to him but he didn’t think it would work and he liked doing things by the rules.

“We are just part-time workers here, I don’t intend to die for these guys. Have fun.” - the guards realising they are going to lose their jobs soon triggered the invasion and left their posts.

Walking in the tower Terin didn’t meet any enemies. This type of sector’s tower doesn’t have many enemies. People who lived here were just staying here until the sector collapsed and then moved to another. Repeating the same process their entire lives.

Every tower activated the traps during the invasion. Ready for those Terin dabbed but lowered his short hand just a little under his eyes. It kept both of his arms occupied but it allowed him to see the entire layout of the tower and the positioning of the traps. The tower was short, only 12 floors so he easily memorised all the trap positions. It was currently a trap-only tower and Terin knew all of them so he easily climbed up to the 12th floor in a short time. Reaching the boss’ office he politely knocked on it. And waited until the person inside responded.

“Uhhh… Come in?”

“Thank you for accepting my visit.” - Terin responded as he entered the office.

“If it’s just a visit I’ll gladly accept you anytime. How was your trip to the Deep Fried dimension? And what’s the point of triggering the invasion? I thought you weren’t going to kill me.” - Frogg was laughing nervously.

“First to clear up the misunderstanding. I am going to kill you and that’s why I triggered the invasion. For the other question, I did go there and I must say it’s a rather unpleasant place. But not as bad as being set up. Now answer my questions so I can kill you.”

“Why would I answer your questions when you are going to kill me anyway? Just go ahead and do it.”

“I can see you are confused. The amount of time it takes you to answer my question will be the same amount of time your death will last.”

“Alright! I’ll talk!” - he knew he made a mistake that costed him his life, he just wants it to be as painless as possible.

“Why did you set me up?”

“Marculius Zurcberius told me to do it! He said to kill everyone from your tower or else he’ll kill us! It’s the truth!”

“Did he offer you anything?”

“Yes! He said we’ll be able to expand however much we want and that he’ll even help us with it!”

“Where is he now?”

“I don’t know! Don’t torture me, please!”

Most dab users would need to perform a dab to reach superhuman strength and protection. Terin due to his extended training could possess either superhuman strength or superhuman protection at all times without the need to dab. He focused his power in strength and threw his punch with a force enough to go through his skull and the chair that was behind him.

Before he could even feel satisfaction of revenge 3 sharp objects pierced his throat. With blood rushing into his throat he started to choke. He tried to turn around but before he could another sharp object pierced his chest and killed him.