"Seriously, getting toyed with by a useless Stand like that! I really wanted to run that rotten fatso through with my sword while he hid in his car, drinking cold drinks with the air conditioning on!"
In the desert of the United Arab Emirates, Mr. Popo drove a car they had seized from a local Stand User, grumbling indignantly.
"Good grief. That was no useless Stand."
"It could emit enormous amounts of light, heat, and laser beams like a real sun. The energy it contained was enough to cause a drought in Japan," Jotaro said calmly, his peripheral vision drifting, seemingly casually, over the unruffled Josen. "Its user was just too weak."
After their late-night talk a few days earlier, his wariness toward Josen had dropped a teensy, enormous bit.
F-kid's Stand Ability to extract Stands and turn them into cards struck him as somewhat troublesome, but Josen's honesty and conduct throughout their journey had reassured him considerably.
With someone around whom even he found difficult to handle, that Vampire in Egypt should be the one with a headache!
"All right, all right, there's no need to argue over an enemy we've already beaten," Kakyoin soothed them with a smile from the back seat. "Besides, Polnareff, aren't you the one enjoying the air conditioning and a cold drink now? That guy was knocked unconscious by a rock and left lying in the desert. You could say he paid his dues!"
Mr. Popo raised an eyebrow at that. Easily persuaded, he took a sip of the chilled soda beside him, then nodded with a beaming smile. "You've got a point! Ahahaha..."
After leaving Pakistan, the group had sailed from Karachi across the Arabian Sea and entered the filthy-rich United Arab Emirates. It was now their second day there.
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