House Party Izuna Beat Drops

The officers remain straight faced, as the bonfire rages on. People are going on with conversations, while they get contact highs. Mike is standing defeated, knowing he's going to jail.

Mike: How I can be of assistance, officers?

Officer: First off, demon boy, it's Deputy!

Mike: (mouthing) Demon boy? (out loud) Well how can I help you, deputies?

Deputy: You think just because you save the city a couple of times, you think you can blow off city noise ordinances?

Mike: Hey look man, I didn't expect this to be so blown out of proportion Deputy...

Mike looks at the deputy's name tag. D. Bagg.

Mike: Deputy Bagg. What's the D stand for, Douche?

The officer lunges at Mike, while his partner holds him back.

Deputy Bagg: I'll kill you, man! I'll take your ass to jail right now!

Deputy Ramirez: C'mon Derek, it's not worth it!

Deputy Bagg: I'll kill you! Wait a minute, who is that?

The officers see E. Honda. He's pounding a beer while he works the grill.

Deputy Bagg: THAT'S THE GUY THAT WAS IN MY BATHTUB WITH MY WIFE!

He shoves Mike aside, and runs after E.Honda, with Deputy Ramirez, the calmer partner running after him. Sean has cleaned himself off and comes outside to see what's going on, but is trampled by the cops and Mike running after them.

Sean: Oh god my poor spine...

Mike: Eddie, RUN!

Honda sees the officer, and knows his face from pictures he had seen in that house. He drops everything and performs his Sumo Headbutt through Mike's fence. He dashes away while the cops chase him. Mike is pissed about his fence now being broken. He walks back inside, and people are dancing, bumping and grinding, letting the alcohol flow. Dee Jay has his turntables working full force, and hyping up the crowd through his microphone.

Dee Jay: Let me see you bounce!

People jump up and down and rattle the house. The house pulsates like it's alive. Dance circles are being formed. The bonfire is now calmed down, and people have moved inside. Mike feels a bit calmer. He feels like maybe he can loosen up now. That is, until he sees his liquor cabinet has been raided. Bottle after bottle of many varieties of whiskey, and single malt scotches are being drunk, some infront of him.

Mike: My booze! THIS HAS GOT TO STOP!

A random party goer walks up to him.

Random guy: Hey man you got a cigarette?

Mike looks and sees one of his many bottles in the random man's hand. Mike grabs his shoulder and headbutts him. He falls to the floor. Mike's losing his patience with everything, and it's tested even further when he sees someone swinging from his dining room chandelier naked.

Mike: Oh dear god, make it stop... Mike had had enough. The walls had holes, everything smelled burnt, with the musky smell of marijuana in the air. People were outside vomiting. People inside were dancing on tables, spilling drinks on his carpets and couches, playing beer pong, and shaking the foundation of his home. He wades through people and steps over people passed out. The song ends and people cheer. Dee Jay sees Mike, and tells him to come up on the improvised stage. Mike grabs the microphone with his left hand, the stand in the right hand. He clears his throat, while his right hand bubbles up and slightly turn red, his knuckles white from his firm grip...