I. HATE. YOU.
...Oh I hope you're fucking happy, Fujiko. I hope you're ecstatic about mowing down NEARLY SIXTY OF MY HENCHMEN. SIXTY. All for a freaking rescue! That wasn't heroics, it was murder! Hell, my men stopped fighting back halfway through! You went on a freaking rampage!
Goddamned guns.
So, great, I've got twenty seven henchmen to my name. Twenty. Seven. What the hell am I going to do with twenty seven henchmen? Hold a dance party? Geh. I guess I'll just... have to... accept those earlier henchmen requests... oh god.
...DAMN YOU, FUJIKO!
*sigh*
The... interview went fine, though. A little weird, but generally okay. Well. You know. Until that psychotic chick blasted up the place.
Goddamned guns.
So, great, I've got twenty seven henchmen to my name. Twenty. Seven. What the hell am I going to do with twenty seven henchmen? Hold a dance party? Geh. I guess I'll just... have to... accept those earlier henchmen requests... oh god.
...DAMN YOU, FUJIKO!
*sigh*
The... interview went fine, though. A little weird, but generally okay. Well. You know. Until that psychotic chick blasted up the place.