third day alive.
God, this boat is fucked up. But in such a good way.
[An exhausted but clearly-delighted sigh transfers over the communicator along with a puff of static, the sound of Di Roy's light body thudding lethargically against the ground following suit. He cackles to himself a little.]
Flowers? A whole deck full of flowers? Ha~! You've gotta be kidding me, seriously. What the hell.
I figured, when everybody told me this was the goddamn Hellboat, that I was gonna wish I was back in Hueco Mundo. But now, heck, I'm not so sure anymore. 'S nice. Get all the great food I could ever ask for, no one bossing me around, and there are places like this to lounge about in... wouldn't mind a little bit of action, but compared to being treated like garbage by that dickwad prettyboy Il Forte and his buddies? Not complaining. Not for a seco--
OW! WHAT THE SHIT?!!
What the fuck is a goddamn motherfucking lobster doing down here?! Son of a bitch!
[The sound of some sort of energy blast goes off, another cry from Di making the signal quaver.]
Is this thing immortal or what? Cero isn't doing half as much as it oughtta!
Shhhit shit shiiit, those claws hurt, screw this--
Forget everything I just said. This place sucks. I'm going back upstairs to get some freaking creme soda.
[An exhausted but clearly-delighted sigh transfers over the communicator along with a puff of static, the sound of Di Roy's light body thudding lethargically against the ground following suit. He cackles to himself a little.]
Flowers? A whole deck full of flowers? Ha~! You've gotta be kidding me, seriously. What the hell.
I figured, when everybody told me this was the goddamn Hellboat, that I was gonna wish I was back in Hueco Mundo. But now, heck, I'm not so sure anymore. 'S nice. Get all the great food I could ever ask for, no one bossing me around, and there are places like this to lounge about in... wouldn't mind a little bit of action, but compared to being treated like garbage by that dickwad prettyboy Il Forte and his buddies? Not complaining. Not for a seco--
OW! WHAT THE SHIT?!!
What the fuck is a goddamn motherfucking lobster doing down here?! Son of a bitch!
[The sound of some sort of energy blast goes off, another cry from Di making the signal quaver.]
Is this thing immortal or what? Cero isn't doing half as much as it oughtta!
Shhhit shit shiiit, those claws hurt, screw this--
Forget everything I just said. This place sucks. I'm going back upstairs to get some freaking creme soda.