"And I'm pretty traumatized but it's nice to meet you anyway, successful sperm of bootleg Pinocchio."

His god damn job is done here, lads.

"That's right, my good wood cocked friendo! I have nothing to apologize for though so you're.... Shit out of luck if you're looking for that!"

"It's my birthday, branch nipples, I ain't doing shit."

"See, he gets it."

"Then I guess I'm a nobody then. Honestly, I'd love to stay and chat, maybe share a cup of coffee together, go on a romantic candle lit dinner in a Parisian cafe or something but! I have places to be, a birthday party to attend and more importantly, teeth to keep in my face."

We can all be proud of our work man, they're cool ass tattoos. Kaii? Oh he's..... legged it. Cursed little shit is good at a fair few things and one of those just so happens to be getting the hell out of dodge.

I ought to watch that one day, movie.

"You're a trophy husband at best, Kanakou."

"Wait no, I'd call it more of a 'sugar daddy' situation. Hideki Kyouji is a fucking sugar daddy, jesus fuck-"

"Ah I can hear it now, the talk of the town......." Kaii gestures with his hands as though revealing his name in lights.. like an asshole. "Crow daddy Kyouji and his big buff trophy sugar baby, possible fuck toy."

"Remember kiddos, it's my birthday. I am untouchable.... that goes for you Kyouji."

Put your hand up if you know his name, you'll be shocked to find out the answer.

Is it safe for him to come out yet.

My name is fucking eyesight.

"Then die faster."

BITCH FIGHT BITCH FIGHT BITCH FIGHT BITCH FIGHT

He never thought he'd see the day a wooden, old fashioned piece of junk would actually partake in petty squabbles.... Nishimura's here too he supposes.

"You go, weird old fan man." He never wants to see that motion again, thanks for the nightmares.

STOP