Jotaro stepped forward, the brim of his cap shadowing his eyes. He didn't rush. He didn't need to. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, crumpled piece of paper—a list of every indignity he had endured.
Steely Dan begged, his voice cracking as he tried to bargain for his life, even attempting one last cowardly strike by trying to send The Lovers into a nearby girl's ear. It was useless. flickered into existence behind Jotaro, its violet form radiating pure, focused fury. Jotaro stepped forward, the brim of his cap
The air itself seemed to vibrate. Then, the silence was shattered by the rhythmic, thunderous roar of the longest beatdown in Joestar history. He reached into his pocket and pulled out
"You can't pay back what you owe with money," Jotaro’s voice was like grinding stone. flickered into existence behind Jotaro, its violet form
"For everything you did to me. You can't pay back what you owe with money!"
A quiet street in Karachi, Pakistan. Steely Dan cringes in fear, realizing his microscopic Stand, The Lovers , has been neutralized inside Joseph Joestar's brain.
"ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA!"