"So here we are again, Buu! Time for you to work the same magic you did last time! Show us all who the killer is?" Mr Satan thrusted his mighty hands against his hips, flexing out his torso, revealing the mighty forest of check hair that lay upon it "Go on then! Put us out of our misery!" A bellowing chuckle was unleashed from his bearded mouth.
Buu folded his arms and looked towards the heavens, his mind completely wrapped in though. "Hmmm...Buu no sure....Buu think robot may be working with other robot..." His logic, was of course, flawed by his experience; he had spent the majority of his conscious life in a time before humanity and a time before space travel, and thus had no idea what a robot was, and, like most beings, he had a subconscious level of fear for things he did understand. The only tales of machines he had heard about originated from his ear-dropping on the words of Sarah Connor, and, of course, from the lips Mr Satan, and his recallings of the way(s) in which he vanquished the evil android Cell. It was clear to see that his idea of a "Robot" was almost always a being intent on the destruction of humanity.
But another idea was brewing in the mind of Majin Buu. What if his point of view was incorrect? The last time his fellow 'Prisoners' had been wrong about the murder's identity, the person on question had vanished, and still hadn't returned. To be entirely honest, Detective Buu thought that he too was dead. The fact that he was personally correct with his suspicions was irrelevant.
Although the Majin was not the kind of being too feel guilt (it simply wasn't an emotion that existed within in him), he was, however, a being of doubt. Prior to the expulsion of evil from the being's body, the Majin had killed billions of humans upon a whim; he had believed it to be a game, and one he intended to win. He was sadistic. Even after his retirement from murder, he was still reminded of his mistakes by his mentor, and, at times, the martial art's champion's regret had partially worn off upon him. These times, however, were few and far between; the majority of the time he didn't have to capacity for caring, let alone self doubt. Yet, he was feeling both now, both towards the being he had wronged and those within the room.
But if he did vote, he would be earth hero, just like Mr Satan! He could have parades! They could name a day of the week after him! They would print his face on novelty T-Shirts and mugs! It would be glorious! But at what cost? He didn't want to see people get hurt anymore, especially not the people who no longer fled at the sight of him (well, he didn't exactly care about Mark, but he was dead now, so he was no longer a concern of Buu's). Was the glory worth the hurt it would cause? Mr Satan was always telling him to be kind, but now that teaching was conflicting another his latest piece of advise...
What to do?
"Buu Vote Nobody!"
Mr Satan was flabbergasted. The room was spinning; he was feeling faint!
"Voting for nobody Buu? B-ba-but that's against the rules! Y-y-you can't just give up the reward...I mean the chance to become a hero for..."
He was cut of by an an angered Majin Buu.
"No! No! No! No! Buu no care about game anymore! Game mean! Game get people hurt! Buu go play patty cake with nice girl instead!"
Ignore the rest of Mr Satan's ramblings,
Majin Buu wandered off to find Deedee and to continue playing Patty Cake, voting for nobody
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