I decided I won't just sit around and watch Shikai peddle Uno away. It's not fair. He's not even giving me a cut on the profit. Selfish schmuck.
Of course my lips are not as red and I can't find glasses that are my size, but I hope I expressed myself as eloquently as Tsuki would. Which is not easy. I think I abused the Thesaurus.
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Shikai-sama. I hope you comprehend that your little charade is like a katana thrust deep into my already wounded heart. This has provoked me to unleash upon you my awe-inspiring mastery of the English language and divulge what I truly feel about your contribution to this never-ending crossover:
BLEAGH.
I will not stand for this. A public display of my would-be successors to Uno-sama’s heart is just too much for me to bear. Did you think me so meek to just sit and do nothing while you invite people to feast upon his clement person as if he were a roast pig? Preposterous!
And do not think that I blundered into your territory without a purpose. Yes, I do not have my trademark glasses, and I am blind, Shikai-sama, BLIND WITH RAGE. I understand that Uno- sama has a right to be happy with another person who may – or hopefully, not – be as eloquent and ladylike as I am, but he makes beautiful music when he’s sad, and I want him to make me more – say, an entire solo album. Besides, isn’t he awful cute when he’s crying?
Therefore, I challenge you to a duel.
To the death.
Besides, there can only be so many F-28s on this planet.