"FUCKING THREE YEARS?! WHY DID IT TAKE THREE YEARS TO DO A SIMPLE MERGER?!" "Ahem. No. Calm. Cool. Collected."

"Ugh. She's gonna kill me if I have no product to show her . . . ."

She rubs her neck, groaning softly. Thank god there's a bench for her to sit on, else she would be face down on the ground.

"Ugh . . . . Okay. Okay. We have a prototype all worked out. Okay."

". . . . Tch. I hate violent corporate takeovers. Ms. Sacren is going to tell at me for this . . ."

"Such a strange man."

"Wait. The old man said something suspicious! That was really suspicious!"

"Aaaaaaaaa. I don't want to date. I don't even like guys or girls. Aaaaaaaa."

A click of her tongue, her fingers fidgeting and tapping against the hilt of the sword on her hip.

She's walking to her next meeting, briefcase in hand and sword sheathed on her hip. She's also reading from a file held in her hand.

"Ah . . . ." Staring at the file in her hand for a solid minute. "Did they forget to . . . ."

"Ah . . . . I hate presentations. I hate meetings. Ah . . . That rabbit has everyone so busy . . ."

"...It's crazy how easily magic outpowers the hard work of science and technology."

"MAGIC IS NOTHING COMPARED TO SCIENCE."

She's out and about today, working to get her company contracts! Things like cellphones, TVs, weapons of mass destruction, DVD players . . .

-- bloody smears decorating the walls along with marks from bullets and deep cuts. Another corporate takeover.

She's flipping through a small packet full of blueprints and schematics. "Fuck is all this . . . . we still don't have the parts . . ."