Amazing Final Fantasy Race
Rejected Audition Tapes

Kefka and Gestahl stood on the Floating Continent, looking over the mostly destroyed world.

KEFKA: (panting) Okay, I found a replacement for that Leo.

GESTAHL: Replacement? For what?

KEFKA: A race for....one million gil!

GESTAHL: But we're in the process of destroying the world. We can't go on a race right now.

KEFKA: Of course we can! Dolt! Now come on, partner!

GESTAHL: Is this what you meant earlier when you said we'd team up to take over the world?

KEFKA: Of course it is! The plan was simple! Destroy the world so nobody will survive. Then, we'll be the only racers they can choose from this world! We'll have a one in eleven or one in twelve shot at one million gil! Wuah ha ha ha ha!

GESTAHL: You're insane! We can get a million gil when we rule the world, easily!

KEFKA: Shut up! You'll just mess with my head and somehow make my portion smaller! You'll give me 20 gil and ask me to get some burgers for lunch, and then when I get back you'll tell me that was my split and I accepted, even though you knew I thought you meant the money was for lunch, not my cut! Don't do it, Gesty! Don't take me for a fool!

GESTAHL: I'll try not to, but with that make-up?

KEFKA: SHUT UP AND DIE!

Kefka shoots down a powerful bolt of energy from the skies that fries Gestahl until he is charcoal.

KEFKA: DAMMIT! My partners keep dying! This isn't fair! Be right back, don't move!