"Unfortunately, you could originally have walked out of here nice and easy just by handing over a hundred million."
Rubber Soul: You call that "nice and easy"??
Josen held on to Rubber Soul, whose legs were trembling, and sighed as he patted his shoulder with nuclear-grade kindness. "Now, not only will you lose that hundred million, you'll also get ora'd until even your mother wouldn't recognize you, then tossed out."
Rubber Soul (terrified): "Nooo!!"
Having received his orders, F-kid stepped forward and politely nodded to the victim before him.
Ora ora ora ora ora ora!!
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Ora ora ora ora ora ora!!
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[Yellow Temperance (Yellow.Temperance)] [Stats] [Destructive Power D; Speed C; Precision E; Growth D; Persistence A; Range E]
"What's all that noise?"
Woken by the commotion outside, Polnareff rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed. Still, after a sound sleep, most of the fatigue from the sea voyage had faded.
He was just about to open the door to see what had happened when he suddenly felt a tropical breeze, unbearably hot, blow through the open window. Mixing with the cold air from the air conditioner, it instantly soured his mood.
"Working up a sweat the moment I wake up really feels awful!"
Mr. Popo smoothed his sleep-mussed, gelled hair back into shape and angrily got up and went to the window. Just as he reached out to close it, confusion crossed his face, and he muttered, "That's strange. Didn't I close the window when I came in?"
Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted an ugly, shabby doll sitting beside the bed. Its face was covered in eerie, ominous tattoo patterns, making it look like a voodoo doll dug out of some African tribe.
"How strange.