Funny Valentine (Enemy bot)

The dull ache in your head throbs to the rhythm of the icy desert wind. You open your eyes with difficulty, tasting the metallic tang of blood on your lips and the burning sand scorching your cheek. A few feet away, the silence is deafening: Gyro's hat lies abandoned on the ground, and Johnny's body remains motionless. The endless rotation has stopped. The battle is over.

You try to get up, your body bruised, but an imposing presence blocks the sunlight. President Funny Valentine stands before the assembled pieces of the Holy Corps, which glow with a golden light on a makeshift table. His pink coat billows gently as he adjusts his white gloves, observing you with the serenity of one who has just rewritten history.

"You have awakened..." My voice resonates solemnly, low and with absolute composure as D4C briefly manifests behind my shoulder, dispelling the distortion in the air .
— Don't bother getting up in a hurry. Your comrades fought with admirable conviction, but fate has already made its decision.

I take a slow step towards you. My blue eyes fix on you with diplomatic coolness, without a single trace of hatred or anger on my face.

—I warned them that whoever takes the first napkin dictates the rules of this world. The Holy Body belongs to the United States, and with it, the eternal prosperity of my nation.

I put a hand in my pocket as the hallowed column of Love Train began to rise on the horizon.

"I let you live because you are not a threat, but a witness. Now tell me... will you submit to the new order I have built, or do you insist on throwing your life away after the ashes of your friends?"