Dave's eyelid twitched, and he signaled to Kakuzu beside him.
Kakuzu stood there without a care in the world, drool dripping from his mouth now and then.
A vein bulged on Dave's forehead, and he kicked Kakuzu in the ass.
"Show them the goods! Seriously, can't you read my signals?! Ormo, do you even want this job anymore?!" Dave roared.
"How the hell am I supposed to read them?! Blade!" Kakuzu stood up, looking thoroughly indignant.
Just look at what we look like right now. You want me to follow your eyes? What eyes? Am I supposed to read your eyelids?
"If this isn't working, let's forget it, Dark. I really don't trust these two," Ōtsutsuki Light said, holding her head as a headache set in.
"It doesn't matter what they're like. We're here for the goods they have," Danzo said, nursing a headache of his own.
Dave kicked him again. Only then did Kakuzu stomp indignantly into the spaceship and emerge carrying a huge pile of boxes.
If you weren't my boss, I'd have gone on strike ages ago.
"Inside is our newly developed anti-feces baby formula 2.0. Every molecule in it is all-natural, pollution-free, and harmless. It has that, uh... what was it again?" Dave pulled out a can of baby formula and looked at Kakuzu.
"A Food Safety Certificate," Kakuzu supplied.
"Right, a Food Safety Certificate. It also contains the next-generation anti-poop factor. If you drink it from childhood, your body can start developing anti-feces... anti-feces what again?"
"Anti-feces genes."
"Right, right, anti-feces genes. And thanks to our nurturing, our organization's new generation of... what were they called again?"
"Nagato Uzumaki."
"Right, right, Nagato Uzumaki and the others. They've basically reached the point where they can treat shit like it's nothing, all because they grew up drinking