"The money is so much that even if your entire family were disassembled and sold on the second-hand market, it wouldn't cover a fraction of it!"
"If you don't use their blood to announce the return of the Chaotic Blade Association, what's the point of you staying here?"
"And now! You're still here! In front of me! Talking about not needing to fight these people to the death?"
"Ha... ha..."
Strak's mechanical gills on the back of his neck released a burst of white steam, seemingly venting himself.
Then he picked up that piece of table corner from the ground, his voice returning to that eerie coldness with an unexpectedly amiable tone.
"Oh, I'm very sorry, everyone. Just now... I... got a little emotional. Actually, I was thinking of chopping off his head; I guess the hormone synthesizer had a bit of an issue. I hope you don't mind."
