Conversation · Kim Kitsuragi

"What's up between you and the babes?"

"YOU ARE TRYING TO INSINUATE SOMETHING. THIS IMPOTENT PSYCHOLOGICAL MANIPULATION DOES NOT WORK ON ME. SPEAK UP, PUPA."

Now is the time to ask about the smell -- didn't he say that it is impossible to maintain an erection with the distinct smell of the Kojka?

"I thought you didn't like women of other races -- including Kojkos."

"YOUR MIND IS UNABLE TO CAPTURE THE NUANCES OF THIS PARTICULAR SITUATION. IT EXCEEDS THE LIMITS OF YOUR EMOTIONAL INTELLIGENCE. AND YOUR GENETIC IMAGINATION. DO NOT EVEN TRY. "

"Aren't you afraid of producing a Semeno-Kojkic chimera?"

"PUPA..." He pauses to let the condescension set in. "I BELONG TO THE S.R.S. INVOLUNTARY OFFSPRING PRODUCTION -- CHIMERIC OR REGULAR -- IS NOT AN ISSUE FOR ME."

S.R.S.? Seems to be missing from your records...

Semenese Race Scientists?

Street Racing Syndicate?

Is it some kind of performance enhancement supplement?

"S.R.S.? What are you talking about?"

"THE SEMEN RETENTION SOCIETY. IT DOES NOT SURPRISE ME THAT YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT IT. MASTURBATORS ANONYMOUS IS PROBABLY AN ORGANISATION YOU'RE MORE FAMILIAR WITH."

"THE S.R.S. IS A CLOSED GROUP OF STRONG-WILLED INDIVIDUALS WHO HAVE DEDICATED THEMSELVES TO BUILDING UP STRATEGIC SEMEN RESERVES. IT TAKES IRON WILL AND RAZOR-SHARP FOCUS. FAR BEYOND YOUR SPIRITUAL POTENTIAL."

An enormous expenditure of willpower to build up strategic semen reserves? You had me at willpower. Let's do it!

Life is all about pleasure... why deny it?!

"How did this conversation end up here..."

"IF DISCUSSING BODILY FUNCTIONS DISTURBS YOU, WE CAN TALK ABOUT SOMETHING ELSE. SOMETHING THAT CORRESPONDS BETTER WITH YOU EMOTIONAL IMMATURITY."

"Sounds exciting! How do I join?"

"I JUST TOLD YOU. IT’S NOT MEANT FOR AN AL-GUL ENTHRALLED MIND LIKE YOURS."

"ONLY AFTER YEARS AND YEARS OF EMOTIONAL, PSYCHOLOGICAL, AND SPIRITUAL POWERLIFTING CAN A MAN START LOOKING INTO JOINING THE S.R.S."

"I JUST TOLD YOU. YOU DON'T. IT'S NOT MEANT FOR A FEEBLE AND TRAUMATIZED MIND LIKE YOURS."

"Hold on, did I get this right -- you never actually climax during sexual intercouse?!"

"THIS IS AN OVER-SIMPLIFICATION. BUT YES."

"You're right, Masturbators Anonymous is my kind of jam."

"IT'S NOTHING TO BE PROUD OF, PUPA. HYSTERICAL MASTURBATION IS BUT ONE OF THE MANY ILLNESSES OF OCCIDENTAL CIVILISATION."

"Is it a performance enhancement supplement you're taking?"

"Street Racing Syndicate?"

"Semenese Race Scientists?"

"Hey, you're greatly underestimating my capabilities!"

"NO, I AM NOT."

"Aren't you afraid that one of them might get pregnant?"

"Aren't you bothered by the potaat smell?"

"NO. IT TURNS ME ON."

Interesting... is it some kind of aphrodisiac then?

There is no potaat smell -- just making it clear. It's racist rhetoric.

"I really must return to the past now." (Continue.)

"CLEARLY IT IS IMPOSSIBLE FOR YOU TO SHED YOUR NEUROTIC OBSESSION. THIS WAILING FOR THE PAST IS A TASK UNFIT FOR MEN. IT IS BETTER LEFT FOR WIDOWS, MOURNING THEIR HUSBANDS -- AND FOR MENTALLY ILL COMMUNISTS MOURNING THEIR COMMUNE."

"IF YOU WANT ADVICE ON BABES -- OR THE MYSTERIES OF LIFE -- OR EVEN ON REVACHOL -- LOOK FORWARD. TO ESCAPE YOUR DEFEATED STATE YOU NEED TO MOVE FORWARD. ONTO FUTURE VICTORIES."

But isn't he a traditionalist?! Why does he keep talking about future...

"It's about the Suzerain. He's counting on me."

"IT SEEMS TO ME YOU ARE IN NEED OF A WARNING. HERE IT IS: IT IS ABSOLUTELY POSSIBLE TO RETURN TO THE PAST. YOU JUST NEED TO TAKE A TICKET TO SEREGLEE ISLAND, THE SOUTHERNMOST OF THE SEMENINE ARCHIPELAGO, ALSO KNOWN AS ILE DU FANTÔME. AND WALK INTO PALE."

"LET IT DITHER AND ROT YOUR MIND. THEN YOU CAN MARINATE FOREVER IN YOUR IRREVERSABLE DEFEAT. WHILE RACE ENEMIES LAUGH AT YOUR MOTIONLESS, GAP-MOUTHED CORPSE."

No, no... this does not sound inviting!

Where would you even get a ticket? You can't just pack your bags and leave.

Finally -- a chance to connect with the divine.

It gets very cold in the office, like in a desert after the nightfall...

"Why do I have the feeling there's a catch..."

"THERE IS NO CATCH. YOU WILL GET WHAT YOU WANT. THE GHOUL IS A CRUEL MASTER, BUT IT IS NOT PALE. PALE TAKES YOUR MIND AND REJECTS THE FLESH. IT IS CAPRICIOUS AND TERRIFYING, LIKE A VIRGIN. YOU WILL LOSE YOUR COURAGE BEFORE HER FACE."

"GO HAVE A LOOK," he gestures toward the intersection. "THE WHITE-HAIRED PROTEIN MASS AT THE INTERSECTION. A LORRY DRIVER. IMPOSSIBLE TO MISS HER IF YOU'RE EVEN A HALF-DECENT COP."

"Alright, I'll go check her out then." [Leave.]

"YES. OUR LITTLE MEETING HAS FINISHED. IT'S TIME TO LEAVE MY MOTHER'S OFFICE AND RETURN TO OUR JOBS. I HOPE THIS HAS BEEN ILLUMINATING TO YOU."

"AND REMEMBER. WHAT HAPPENS IN MY MOM'S OFFICE, STAYS IN MY MOM'S OFFICE. QUIET CONTEMPLATION ENDS, BIOLOGICAL RIVALRY RESUMES."

"AND REMEMBER. WHAT HAPPENS IN MY MOM'S OFFICE, STAYS IN MY MOM'S OFFICE. QUIET CONTEMPLATION ENDS, BIOLOGICAL RIVALRY RESUMES."

"Paledriver? Yes, I've already talked to her."

"GO TALK WITH HER AGAIN. ASK HER ABOUT PALE. SEE WHAT A RELENTLESS OBSESSION WITH THE PAST DOES TO A MAN."

"Paledriver? Yes, we already discussed pale and its many effects."

"AND YET YOU'RE STILL OBSESSED WITH TURNING BACK TIME? AFTER YOU'VE SEEN WHAT IT DOES TO A MAN?"

"A PIECE OF ADVICE..." The big man leans forward. "STOP FIGHTING TIME AND FACE THE REAL ANTAGONIST. FACE YOURSELF, PUPA. IT'S A SHOWDOWN EVERY MAN MUST GO THROUGH."

"WE ARE DONE HERE. AND REMEMBER, WHAT HAPPENS IN MY MOTHER'S OFFICE, STAYS IN MY MOTHER'S OFFICE. QUIET CONTEMPLATION ENDS, BIOLOGICAL RIVALRY RESUMES."