Conversation · Kim Kitsuragi

"DON'T PANIC, HAM SANDWICH. THAT WAS A JOKE. WE'RE GOING TO MY MOTHER'S OFFICE."

Don't worry, it's not a trap. Everyone can see you go in there together. You'll be fine.

Yes, but no one can see what happens inside...

Even if he tries anything, you can just slip out of his reach like an eel...

It's a trap!! No one knows what he might do to you once you're in there...

Even if it's a trap, you can just slip out of his reach like an eel...

"How long is it going to take?"

"A MEDIAN AMOUNT OF TIME."

"Can Lieutenant Kitsuragi join us?"

"THE PAEDOMORPH? THE PAEDOMORPH IS NOT HERE."

"I haven't seen him either, Jean..."

"WE DON'T NEED YOUR FRIEND. IT'S ME AND YOU THIS TIME."

It's okay. Women, racism, turning back time -- the lieutenant wouldn't be interested anyway.

"What about the lieutenant?" (Turn to Kim.)

"You go ahead and have your talk," he replies, glancing over the railing. "I need a few things from Frittte anyways. We'll catch up later."

Women, racism, turning back time -- it couldn't interest him less.

"But what if I don't want to do it without you..."

"No really," he assures you, "we're not joined by the hip. You want to talk about women with him and I want to... do pretty much anything else. Don't let me hold you back."

"WE CAN TALK WITHOUT THE PAEDOMORPH. IT'S ME AND YOU THIS TIME."

"Okay, sure. I can handle it. No biggie."

The lieutenant nods, then puts away his notebook. He's ready to go.

"Alright, I'll let you know when I'm ready to go." (Conclude.)

"I AM NOT GOING ANYWHERE -- AND NEITHER IS MY MOTHER'S OFFICE."

Alright, let's do this -- before anyone changes their mind!

What about the lieutenant? He's not here, but you might want him to join...

"Your babes are very beautiful. I'm sad."

"Is he gonna fucking cry, Jean?" She wrinkles her nose as if smelling something foul.

"YES. I SEE." The answer comes without hesitation. It is unclear to whom it's meant though.

"It's time to address the Men of Wö."

"What is he talking about, Jean?"

"It's about the peculiar nature of your friends here."

"Is he talking about us, Jean?"

No idea. The only thing he seems to care about are his wömen.

Bingo! This specimen has surrounded himself not only with one or two, but three stellar babes.

Body art?

Yes, but even more importantly -- women. This specimen has surrounded himself not only with one or two, but three stellar babes.

Socialism?

Doubtful. Women however... He's surrounded himself not only with one or two, but three stellar babes.

Welkins?

Could be, but even more importantly -- women. This specimen has surrounded himself not only with one or two, but three stellar babes.

Simple. Just humiliate him in front of his entourage until he has to beg you in private to stop. Then you can let him know it was all but a clever ploy to separate him from his babes...

(Lie.) "Earlier you said there was a 'growth' in your groin area..."

"LOOK, HIS RAVAGED BRAIN IS STUCK BETWEEN UNIMAGINARY WORLD -- AND OURS. IT'S ALL FUSING TOGETHER. SOON HE CAN'T TELL THE DIFFERENCE."

"You are a growth in the groin area!" the girl snaps at you. "Low-value man."

These words hit you right where it hurts.

"IT SADDENS EVEN ME. THE GHOUL IS A CRUEL MASTER."

"These pants don't suit you. It looks like you come with love handles."

"BABE, LOOK." His arm reaches out, palm open as if giving a demonstration. "SCORCHED BIOMASS IS ALL THAT THE GHOUL LEFT OF HIS BRAIN. SOON HE WILL DEVOLVE INTO AN ANDROGYNOUS BI-PEDAL, ABLE TO PERFORM ONLY THE MOST INSTINCTUAL OF FUNCTIONS."

"What functions will he able to perform, Measurehead?"

"INGEST AND DEFECATE, LIKE AN OVERWEIGHT AMOEBA."

"Hear that," she shrieks, "like a fat amoeba! You can't even fuck! Pathetic."

That voice should be registered as a sonic weapon, cause the damage it does to your head is very real.

Here's a lady who clearly puts a man's cockmanship above all other qualities.

"Guess it's true what they say about you, bodybuilder types."

"THAT OUR BODIES ARE TEMPLES BUILT TO ELEVATE, FACILITATE, AND WITHSTAND THE VOLATILE VASTNESS OF OUR SOULS?" He looks down on you.

Have you noticed how much taller he is than you?

Better looking too.

He definitely makes more money.

Doesn't look like he has a nervous breakdown every two seconds.

"YES. I HAVE HEARD THAT."