"Kid," said a horribly familiar voice from behind Lemmy, "that's your face now. Taking it off would not be a good idea."
"YOU!" Lemmy screamed, still clawing at his face. "It's all YOUR fault! You -- and the demon -- and all of them! You're all conspiring against me! You desire my gruesome demise! You--"
"Calm down, kid," the cyborg said, cutting Lemmy's rant short. "The whole world isn't against you. Just most of it. Well, all right; nearly all. Still... don't let it get to you."
"G-get to me?" Lemmy stammered. "My face is a freaking yellow blob! How -- how much worse can it get, Xan?"
For that was who stood behind him. This caused Lemmy no end of discomfort, as he had previously thought he was rid of the cyborg. Unfortunately, it would appear he had been most resoundingly wrong. Xan Kriegor. Behind him. Perhaps holding a gun to his head even as they spoke. Suddenly, Lemmy felt as though he was in a very bad crime novel.
"I suggest you remove that gun from my head, Xan," he said, attempting an air of calm. "If you don't, I'll be forced to turn you in. And believe me, my outfit is harsh on the criminal scum. Scum like you."
Xan guffawed, or he likely would have if he had not been somewhat inconviently robotic. "You've gotten even more deranged since I saw you last, Lemmy. Demon powers getting you down?"
This last was asked while the metal menace calmly poured coffee into that strange hatch built into his right arm.
"Yeah," Lemmy said. "How did you guess?"
"Demon powers are a drag," Xan remarked. "However, I believe they are much better than the alternative."
"The alternative?" Lemmy asked, his face registering new depths of cluelessness.
"Them," Xan clarified, pointing his finger at at the other two Lemmings in the corner.
"Good gravy," said Lemmy, "I'd completely forgotten about them."
He stared.
Lemerl and Lemmalot were sprawled next to the taxi, swigging from cans of beer. "And s'then I shaid, Lemmy, yer not gonna like thish," Lemmalot muttered, occasionally snickering. "And he jusht turned inta'this'ere demon thing, and 'e flew away..."
"Harg," Lemerl snarled. "I could really slay that Lemmy. If he wasn't my own DEAR brother -- I would eat his heart!"
The two toasted this, echoing "Eat his heart!" before downing another swig of beer.
"That," whispered Lemmy, "is absurd. I must be seeing things."
"Sadly, no."
Xan shrugged, and made arcane gestures in the air. Nothing happened, so far as Lemmy could tell. He stared fixedly in front of him.
"What was that supposed to do, Xan?" he asked.
And then...
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Oh, and...
"I have not killed in long enough," Lemmy growled suddenly. "I need -- BLOOD! I need -- DEATH! I need -- TO KILL!" &#A0;
And with that, he sprouted leathery wings and flew off into the night, wielding his powers with all of his usual pent-up rage.
<br>Why does that particular sentence remind me of Tekken? 
No clue. I have never played your ... Tekken. At least, I'm assuming that's a computer game; beyond that, I really don't know. Huh. Or maybe it's a video game. That would explain why I've never played it. PS2, perhaps? Xbox? Or... I dunno. Anyhow, never played it.
