Whew! The Ex shut her trap just like the last time I hit her with an axe. Back to the shiny corridors and neat lights. And...ugh! Those guys!
No really, this is getting all too creepy now! I'm quite positive you can't have seen it! I would remember that!
Good thing he has these guards dragging him away all the time. Must be orderlies or something. And then there are these red robed guys who attack us all the time and scream. Maybe they are buddies of the creepo?
In any case, it seems I have no option but to follow them. Stupid railroad plot...
And naturally they can't find their way out of a phonebooth! Foreigners! They have no traffic culture in where they come from!
OK, now I've had it! You can't touch it, no matter if you try to bribe me with your huge amu...nevermind! Forget I said anything!
Well finally! I have no idea where that scary dude came from, but he arrived just in time! The old man's face was worth seeing when he realized that he is not going to get me after all.
Oh come on, it was just an over aged closet boy. You'll get over it. Unless...you are one of them?
Yeah, he might just be. See, I have no idea why, but the guy in metal suddenly wanted to know all about me.
I suppose it's still an improvement, so I gave him a few hints on how to be a real man. He could start by replacing that toy blade he stole from some anime series with a real
puukko.
Why do people keep asking me that?
That's it! My manhood has been insulted and now they are going after my delicate culture! I'll have none of this! I'm going home to sit around wearing only boxers and drinking beer!